Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I opened my mouth to put Gwen in her place.
“Good morning, everyone,” a loud voice greeted from the front of the room.
Our professor bustled into the room, placing his leather briefcase onto his desk. When he looked up and saw that a few people—me, included—were still standing, a small frown crossed his face.
“In your seats, please,” he demanded, nodding to his assistant to pass out our notes for the day.
Gwen and I glared at each other, but then she tossed her curtain of red hair and flounced to the back of the room, her friends following after her.
“Gwen’s an idiot,” Mindie muttered when I sat down. “She could never think for herself. She’s just mad that her leader got expelled, and now she’s running around like a chicken with its head cut off.”
“I have a feeling that Clarissa’s friends are not going to give up easily,” I whispered back. “That won’t be the last I hear from them.”
