Nathalie gave me a long stare as she furrowed her brows. For a second, I almost thought what I said was rubbish. We both stared at each other.
She wasn’t saying anything, and neither was I, but I could feel my heart racing faster with each passing second.
“I said, what do you want, Nathalie?” I groaned, curling my hands into fists.
Nathalie turned to the two cohorts who had followed her into the room.
Both were female, and they looked slightly older than us, though I wasn’t really sure. The ever-present look of disdain was plastered on their faces.
“Is she talking to me?” Nathalie burst into laughter, but I wasn’t finding the whole thing funny.
I wanted her and her little minions out of my room.
Nathalie's laughter echoed in my ears, her voice grating on my last nerve.
I clenched
