"Shyamal?"
I frowned, looking at her in the academic uniform, sitting alone on the bench.
Her sliver hair fell freely behind her as she kept staring at me, a cup of coffee in her hand as she sipped from it.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, calming myself down.
"They called me out," she replied, and I nodded my head in response.
So she is one of the students that Nathan was talking about.
"Why were you shouting?" she asked, her gaze never leaving me.
"I felt like shouting," I replied, shrugging, not explaining further.
"Why? Does it feel good shouting like an idiot?" she nagged, standing up and coming down.
"Well, it's better than hanging around with imaginary friends," I snickered, making her walk faster.
"What did you say?" she scoffed, glaring at me.
"I said, make some friends," I replied, cocking my head close to her, my eyes narrowed. "Loner."
[Now, why are you picking a fight with her?]
