Julie's eyes narrowed as she stepped forward, her arms folding slowly over her chest as she fixed a sharp, suspicious gaze on Aisha. Her voice was steady, but it carried a sting.
"Why do you even want to sit with him in the first place, Aisha?" She asked sharply. "Weren't you the one who couldn't stand him until recently?"
"You said a hundred terrible things about him. You glared at him every time he opened his mouth. You hated the way he talked, walked, even breathed."
She cocked her head, a brow raised.
"So it's a little strange, don't you think? That you suddenly want to ride with him. You don't have a reason to."
"...So instead of suddenly acting like you're best friends, maybe you should just graciously accept that I'm willing to sit with him."
Aisha didn't back down, if anything, she looked more indignant than ever. She took a slow step forward, her own arms crossing as her tone turned firmer.
