"Come… again?" I asked her to repeat herself. Jennie smirked and crossed her arms on her chest. She looks at me with sarcastic pitiful eyes. "You heard me, Heather. You’re out in the journalism club… whether you like it or not. " Then, she flipped herself away in my face and turned around to gather the members of the club whose eyes were on us.
I turned my fist into balls. Yeah, right. This is expected. Of course, with that bratty attitude of hers. I don’t want to make this complicated, okay? I don’t want to! But heck, my competitive inner self wants to challenge her again.
"Why are you still standing there? Get out, "she nodded at the door in the room as she saw me. I tried to compose myself and get a good grip because I didn’t want another embarrassment. It is enough, already. Their m
