Chapter 12: "Confrontation at the table"
Your table, huh? What's your name? Tris asked the pink-haired girl.
Lisa, she responded confidently. And you? She asked, staring at the other girl with blonde hair.
Sofia, the blonde responded.
Melanie, we meet again, Tris stared coldly at Mel, who did the same.
Tris immediately began circling around the table as if searching for something. Nell turned to look at the others, who were now watching their way, and she felt embarrassed. She saw and heard Gabby mutter something but didn't watch their way. Since they arrived, she had her face glued to her phone.
Her attention came back to Tris, who stopped circling the table and crossed her arms on her chest.
Sorry girls, none of your names are written on the table.
A soft chuckle echoed from the surrounding students, who were now drawn to the commotion.
Annoyed by the laughter, Sofia burst out, "What are you trying to say? This has always been our seat since we stepped foot here, and no one dares to sit here."
It was no secret that Sofia, Lisa, and Melanie were part of the school's elite crowd. Their families were wealthy and influential, and they carried themselves with an air of superiority. The table they occupied was a symbol of their status, and everyone knew not to trespass.
Yeah, so get out of here, Lisa backed Sofia up, her voice firm but polite.
That was when Nell understood why the table was different from the rest. Tris continued to bicker with the girls as to who is supposed to sit there. Melanie just stood there, like she owned the place, watching her minions fight for her. She probably thought she was the boss with that proud look on her face.
Nell wanted to end this argument now, as the eyes staring at them were increasing. Anyone who passed by would stop to look their way, which made her feel uncomfortable. She glanced at Gabby, who still did her own thing and didn't seem to mind the drama unfolding around them.