Andria's POV
Damon was too forward with that question, "Aria… remember what Liara said? About you… not having an identity?"
Luckily for me, Allison burst into the locker room and saved the day.
A loud knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts.
"Who are you? And what do you want? It's too early to be banging on my door," I called.
"It's us, Aria, you got to calm down a little," Mel and Becca chorused.
A slight smile grazed my lips.
"Come on in," I said, and they pushed the door open and walked in, holding hands together like sophomore year kids.
"What's with the sudden attitude and need to see me this early?" I asked, looking at them suspiciously.
"Well, the last time we started a discussion without you, you were very pissed off, and you looked like you were about to tear us limb from limb," Becca said, twisting her mouth from side to side.
