As soon as Oliver leaves, Cecilia is grabbed roughly from behind, and spun around. She looks into the face of a girl with a look on her face like she's smelled something revolting.
"Where do you think _you're_ going?"
"Hey, get your hands off of me, Annette! I've got to get to class!"
"Who was that you were talking to just now? Was it Oliver?"
"Why do you even care?"
"Because Oliver is my boyfriend. I mean, he doesn't know it yet, but he will be. Soon. And I can't have you in the way."
"Look, I'm not in the mood for this right now. Chill out."
"I'm only going to say this once: Stay away from him. If I catch you around him one more time--"
The tardy bell rings. Cecilia sighs, and rolls her eyes.
"Just get out of my face, Annette. You made me late for class."
Cecilia walks off, ignoring the stream of insults shouted at her from behind.











