My Mission Starts Now.

Anabella, with her signature confident smirk, stepped in front of them, effectively blocking their path. Her sharp eyes darted between Olive and Lara, a glint of mischief dancing in her gaze.

"What do you want? Need someone to get you another strawberry drink?" Lara shot back, stepping protectively in front of Olive. Her tone was sharp, and her glare could have cut through steel.

Anabella ignored Lara entirely, her focus unwavering as she fixed her gaze on Olive. "If you know what's good for you, I'd advise you to meet me on the rooftop," she said with a sly smile.

Before Lara could retort or Olive could respond, Anabella turned on her heel and sauntered off, the smirk never leaving her face.

Lara clenched her fists, ready to go after her, but Olive placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "Just go ahead and fill out your college form," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "I'll join you soon."