Pecan's pov
The anger that had been simmering inside me boiled over. Stella's words replayed in my head, each one sharper and more cutting than the last. I couldn't take it anymore. My legs moved before my mind caught up, and I found myself standing, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.
I have to actually talk sense into her not me sitting down back.
The sudden movement caught everyone's attention. Stella and her clique turned in unison, their smug faces morphing into varying degrees of surprise. I was tired of staying quiet, tired of letting her have the last word.
With steady steps, I approached their table. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but the fire in my chest pushed me forward.
"Do you have a problem, Stella?" My voice came out steady, but there was a dangerous edge to it.
