Girl, please.

"What is she doing here?" Ivory is the first one to break the silence, her words spoken through gritted teeth.

"Exactly what I want to know." Jake adds, his voice low and dangerous.

"She's a nasty piece of work," he adds before turning his chair around so that he isn't facing Violet anymore. His eyes flicker upwards to meet mine and we both hold eye contact with one another. I remember his words to me the last time Violet showed up and instantly feel re-assured. When I give him a small smile in response, he returns it, appearing relieved.

"Is that Violet?" Trish asks me, peeking over her long blonde hair in Violet's direction.

"Yep, that's her." I respond tightly.

"Ooh, that's a cute outfit." Trish exclaims. Upon noticing the glare from Ivory, Jake and I, Trish's eyes widen and she begins to stutter.

"I-I mean that's a clash of major colours. It's an eye sore to look at her." Trish corrects herself. I bite down on my lip, holding back a laugh.