Where's Wilson

Georgia

"Georgia, what are you waiting for?" I stared at the door Wilson had just exited through, my mouth hanging a bit.

For the first time in a while, I was left speechless. Not only from the insult of her words, but also from her fierceness. No one had ever spoken to me like that. Not even my best friend.

And the hairflip? Was it necessary?

"Georgia," Solene repeated, a hard edge in her voice.

Turning to her, I cleared my throat and sat up in my seat a little straighter.

"W-what?"

Her eyebrows lifted a litle but she quickly schooled her featured into a disapproving look. "Why are you just sitting there? Go after him."

Go after him? "Why would I do that? You heard what he just said to me."

"Have you even been listening to yourself all night?" She interjected.

"Seriously, George. I knew you were ignorant but I didn't know it was this bad."

I tried to think back and remember what I said. None of it seemed outrageously offensive to me. Maybe I could've worded a few things better, but