Lara's eyes locked onto Anabella's, her mind racing with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. Why did Anabella want to sit next to her?
"I'm not moving," Lara said firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Anabella's expression turned icy, her eyes narrowing into slits. "You'll do as I say, or you'll regret it," she hissed, her voice low but menacing.
Olive, sensing the tension, placed a reassuring hand on Lara's arm. "Hey, it's okay, Lara before turning her gaze to Anabella. "Are you trying to sit with me, the scholarship student, today? Why? Are you starting to get addicted to diseases?"
"Just shut it, okay? You can't tell me where to sit or not. I want to sit here, so she should move," Anabella snapped angrily.
Henry, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chimed in, "Yeah, Anabella, why do you need to sit here? What are you up to exactly?"
