Chapter 9"Morning bitches." Bea muttered tiredly, rubbing her eyes. She yawned as she leaned against the locker next to mine while I pulled my books out.
I turned to look at her and smiled cheekily. "Morning, lovely. You—" I pointed at her, "—should smile more."
Bea narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Then, she glanced at Jade.
They shared a look, communicating with their eyes. Normally, I would know exactly what it meant—right now, I was lost.
"Jasmine." Bea exhaled sharply, her tone growing stern. She brought her face close to mine, looking me hard in the eye.
I inched away, laughing. "Personal space, Beatrice. Jesus—your breath smells minty fresh. Is that new gum?"
"Bea..." Jade spoke slowly. She glanced at Bea, concern washing through her eyes.
Bea ignored Jade. She placed her hands
