Her mask cracked. For the first time, a flush of color rushed to her face, her eyes widening.
"What—? No. I don't need your useless permission for anything."
"Then I don't need yours either. Equal."
The words slipped out smoother than I expected, and I leaned back in my seat, feeling the tiniest bit of satisfaction.
Wait, but why was I even bickering with this girl? What kind of life had I stumbled into where arguing about permission to leave a chair was a hill worth dying on?
"You do," she insisted stubbornly.
I rubbed my temple again, fighting the urge to slam my forehead against the desk.
"And for what reason?"
Her eyes burned into mine, her voice like ice.
"Because I said so."
I stared at her in silence, then let out the longest sigh of my life.
Yeah. If sitting beside her didn't kill me, the arguments surely would.
I wasn't sure how long I was going to live with this girl as my seatmate, but something told me my life expectancy had already been cut in half.
