Ximena's POV
The corridor still hummed with electric tension when Glenda sauntered back to where I stood by my locker. Her entire demeanor screamed victory, like she had just won some epic battle and was savoring every moment of her triumph.
I shut my locker with a deliberate click, studying her face. "Alright, spill it. What exactly did you just do back there?"
Glenda positioned herself against the neighboring locker, tossing her blonde waves over one shoulder with theatrical flair. "Oh, just a little chat," she replied, her tone sickeningly sweet with manufactured innocence. "Sometimes situations call for a bit of honest communication, you know?"
My arms folded across my chest as I fixed her with a skeptical stare. "Glenda, I'm serious."
