Meanwhile...
The theatre, as soon as Elion and William left with Celeste...
"So," Aria said, eyes narrowing, "you gonna explain why you're staring after him like a desperate wh—"
"Finish that," Mira snapped, "and I swear I'll rip that dyed hair out of your skull."
"It's not dyed, bitch..." Aria scoffed. "And everyone knows you're basically throwing yourself at him. Just like with William. Don't pretend you're some innocent flower, whore."
Gasps shot through the room like arrows.
Mira stood so abruptly that her shoes scraped loudly against the floor. "Excuse me? At least I'm not stalking him like a jealous, obsessive bitch."
Their classmates shifted in their seats, wide-eyed.
Aria leaned in, lips curling. "You? With Elion? Please. You're just convenient—"
"What the hell is going on here?" Jared approached, trying to insert himself between them, voice tense. "Mira, I need to talk to you, William—."
Mira didn't even look at him.
"Fuck off." The entire class froze.
