"Excuse me?" I said, turning around on my heels. "Are you talking to us here?"
"Aidan Aoki's girlfriend, it seems," said the leader, a girl with flashy highlights of pink and blue stood with her arms crossed. "Who else would cross the line so far to talk back with a senior?"
I wasn't used to such comments so I was blazing with anger.
She twirled a strand of hair in her fingers, passing me a death glare. She seemed to have been crowned as 'Queen' by her subjects for they followed her around like bees. All of them had heavy makeup that could surely make one throwup. Maybe now I understood Ms Farleigh.
A quivering Mel put her hand on my elbow. I pushed off the timid girl, asking her to retreat if she didn't want to see things get ugly. This wasn't the time to be played about by anyone, be it someone socially higher than me or a senior in our university.
