Andria's POV
"Bullies? When you know you. Does it feel familiar to you, Alexa and Tracy, back in the days?" Becca asked, smirking at Tricia.
Tricia's throat bobbed. For a second, the fire in her eyes flickered, replaced by the naked panic of someone cornered by their own reflection.
"You three love ganging up, don't you?" Tricia snapped, though her voice trembled ever so slightly.
I stepped forward, meeting her gaze through the mirror. "We don't gang up on people who aren't asking for it. If you wanted peace, you would have walked in with peace. You should see yourself in the mirror now."
Her lips parted, but nothing came out.
Allison closed her locker and tied her sneakers. "We are done with this conversation. If you want to cheer, you cheer. Suppose you don't, go sulk somewhere. But don't stand here pretending you can stop us from performing."
"My group…" Tricia started.
