Andria's POV
The door was shut behind us as soon as we got inside.
"I don't like detention," Becca muttered under her breath.
"It's been fun so far. I enjoyed the look on Liara's face when I called her fake royalty," Allison said, chuckling a bit.
"But she isn't fake royalty, you are just a loudmouth, Allison," I said amidst laughter.
"I get it, she was your friend before now, and you can defend her all you want, but that doesn't stop the fact that she lacks the discipline a princess should have.
She is like gold-plated in comparison to real gold. Chasing rogues, outcasts at the slightest command by Jackson," Allison said, rolling her eyes.
"You are just jealous. A while ago, before Jackson left you for her, you were also his puppet. And you misjudged my friends and me; let's not forget that. Liara stood behind me all that time. So sometimes I tend to understand her pain," I said, squinting my eyes at her.
