‘ excuse me ? ’ fiery eyes turn to the side, seeking out the familiar ( yet equally unexpected ) voice that echoes throughout the room. emily is caught out; of everyone she assumed would protest her actions, and someone always does, ashley had been her last guess. still, her jaw is tilted up and her lips are turned down, and she answers ashley with a shrill snap. ‘ STARTED IT ? what are you, twelve ? ’
‘ well, you’re acting like the victim. ‘ no way in, no way out. ashley had gotten herself into his argument, and to escape now would show weakness ( not now, not in front of her friends, in front of the ones who actually ENJOYED her presence-- save for maybe emily, and sometimes m i k e ; ). she shrugs, warming her hands together to hide her tics of anxiety, and looks up at the darker-haired girl. ‘ you totally started that argument, and now you want sympathy when jess walked away. i’m just gonna be the first to say it. i don’t... really... think... you... deserve it. ‘













