Amanda barely flicked her gaze toward Olivia, her lips curling into a slow, condescending smirk. "Oh, look. The princess in pink has arrived to save the day."
She tilted her head, arms crossed as she lazily surveyed Olivia's outfit. "What's the plan, Barbie? Gonna drown us in sparkles and friendship speeches?"
Jenna and Bree snickered at Amanda's jab, their grips on Sumaya's arms remaining firm. They didn't need to be told—the fun wasn't over until Amanda said so.
But Olivia didn't even blink. With her hands still planted firmly on her hips, she tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Oh, Amanda, do you really wanna play it that way?"
Amanda's smirk twitched. The way Olivia said that, like she wasn't afraid in the slightest, set off a flicker of irritation. The hallway had gone silent. Students had stopped pretending not to watch.
Amanda thrived on attention, but she didn't like being tested.