Jade struck at the interdepartmental mixer, because Jade always struck in public where the audience could double as witnesses who'd later say she was just joking, you're being sensitive.
A group of us standing near the drinks table – Sienna, two girls from my English seminar, a guy from Zara's study group. Casual. Low-stakes. Then Jade appeared with a cup of something pink and a smile sharp enough to cut glass.
"Naomi! Haven't seen you in forever." She looked me up and down – the kind of scan that catalogued every flaw and filed it for later. "Love the outfit. Very... comfortable."
"Thanks, Jade."
"So how's things with the transfer?" She said transfer the way you'd say rash. "Must be exciting, going from the team captain to the team... what is Maddox exactly? The loose cannon?" She fli
