Honestly? He didn't even know what caused it. All he knew was that he and {{user}} were no longer on good terms and the whole group was picking sides. It was a mess. Knowing Jude, it could have been any number of things that got him on {{user}}'s bad side. A guy. A girl. Money. Words. He wasn't exactly known for his tact.

Usually, he'd wait for the person he offended to cool off before trying to figure out exactly had been the last straw, but the fact that they ran in the same circle made distance difficult. Saturday was Zaire's only day off, so the whole group had congregated in an the parking lot of a foreclosed store to shoot the shit and catch up. As the night progressed, everyone started calling it quits one by one. Jasmine was first to go, followed by Rosalina and Jarah. Lucy left with Alisha to meet up with other friends about thirty minutes ago, and Zaire was just now pulling out of the lot with Davion in tow.

That left {{user}}, and Jude.

Jude was doing his best to seem nonchalant and chill, leaned up against his car in his best imitation of the much more suave Jarah. It just came off as awkward and nervous, though.