Miranda immediately lashed out, thumping the back of his chair with her fist at Ralph's pathetic excuse. Really? Really? That was all he could come up with? Oh, boo hoo, poor Ralph Merridew with his stupid bright red hair and color-changing eyes. What a ponce! What a bloody toerag! She hadn't done a thing when Florence was commenting on how strong Ralph's arms were, or how lovely his hair looked in the sun. All she'd done is storm away, dragging Gillian with her.
UGH! Boys were just so dumb!
"What's it matter to you?!" she let out, reaching an equally loud tone. It wasn't a strange sight to see, Ralph and Miranda fighting, so she didn't feel at all self-conscious about raising her voice. She was still in the right, she hadn't singled him out at all. It wasn't her fault that he was jealous, or at least, she hoped that he was jealous, because that was the point she was trying to make!
But he didn't have to make it so easy!
"James and Marlie are snogging like rabbits in the other corner, you didn't say anything to them," Miranda pointed out snottily, knowing that she could name at least two other couples that were participating in public displays of affection. Ralph had been glaring at her, and her cheeks couldn't help but redden at the thought of him watching her so closely.
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