"Jeez, just where are you running off to?" Noémie heaved, finally catching up to Charlotte. Seeing no reaction from the older girl, she then snatched the older girl's wrist, forcing her ceaseless and aimlessly pacing to a halt.
"Are you out of your mind?" She snapped, poking at Charlotte's forehead, "What's wrong with you lately? Do you have a death wish?"
Finally, she looked at Noémie.
Charlotte narrowed her eyes and aggressively pushed Noémie's hand away, nearly shoving her onto the ground. "It's none of your business," She seethed, walking away.
"But it is." Noémie nonchalantly began walking side by side with Charlotte once again. She dusted her skirt and curiously looked at the older girl, "What's wrong?"
"Did you get berated by Madam Lilian?" She prodded, her eyes locked onto Charlotte's face, "Or, did you get abandoned? Is that ex-roommate of yours not replying to your letters?"
"Or… Are you thinking about Elodie—?"
