“I don’t like beer.”

Hope crossed her arms, looking down on everyone with an air of effortless authority.

Wendy’s fingers tightened around the beer bottle, her green eyes glaring daggers at Hope. She was practically itching to smash it over Hope’s head.

“Hope! Do you really think you’re some big-time celebrity? Who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty?”

Hope looked genuinely confused. “I’m not acting high and mighty. I just said I don’t like beer. Don’t you guys already know that?”

She glanced around, noticing that her classmates were all exchanging awkward looks, trying to remember if she really disliked beer. Of course, none of them...