"Morning bitches." Bea muttered tiredly, rubbing her eyes. She yawned as she leaned against the locker next to mine while I pulled my books out.

I turned to look at her and smiled cheekily. "Morning, lovely. You—" I pointed at her, "—should smile more."

Bea narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Then, she glanced at Jade.

They shared a look, communicating with their eyes. Normally, I would know exactly what it meant—right now, I was lost.

"Jasmine." Bea exhaled sharply, her tone growing stern. She brought her face close to mine, looking me hard in the eye.

I inched away, laughing. "Personal space, Beatrice. Jesus—your breath smells minty fresh. Is that new...