“What do you think you’re doing!?”
In the four years I’ve spent in the university walls, I’ve never spoken to Estel for more than a minute, so maybe that’s why I had no idea that she could sound equal parts furious and scary if she wanted to.
The sound of her voice sends a chill down my spine and it does the same to Cassie because she drops her hand, an odd look crossing her face as she looks between both of us.
Like she remembers her position in this school, Cassie’s gaze turns haughty again, her voice becoming vapid as she quips, “And who invited you into OUR private conversation? If I wanted someone to hold my textbooks, I’d have asked for you. Now leave!”
Estel stands her ground like Cassie never even spoke in the first place, all the while directing a condescending look at her as she responds, “Maybe if you ever bothered to open a textbook, you would have had enough knowledge to do your thesis yourself, not rope your friend into doing it for you. Were you about to hit her just no
