Andria's POV
Alexa and Tricia chuckled behind Tracy.
"Well, I would let that nasty slander die. So just carry your stalking and obsessed asses off my eating area, before I puke on you," I snapped at them.
"Now, you are so scared of the truth, right? Didn't you get your things over to their house?" Tracy said, reaching to pull my hair, which I dodged before she could even get near me.
It has been a long time since I fought with any of them, and maybe they miss it, especially Tracy.
"If you had better things to do, you wouldn't be sniffing around my business." I looked straight into their eyes, pointing two fingers at them.
The cafeteria went silent almost immediately, and everyone turned to watch the scene Tracy and Co. had created. I could tell they were enjoying the spotlight by the smug look on their faces.
I placed my fork down slowly, deliberately, because Tracy's words didn't just scratch; they dug claws in.
