Mabel's blood boiled. Who did this girl think that she was, a goddess or something? She had no right to speak to her that way! She clenched her fists and looked the blond girl dead in the eye. "Shut up! Who cares if I'm silly?"
Pacifica smirked. "I do. Do you expect people to take you seriously?"
"Yes, yes I do! I don't need your approval, Pacifica. If I have to earn it, I will." She held up a fist. "And I will get it."
"Oh, you're going down, sweater girl."
"I'll pull you down with me." Mabel had been attacked by her awful ex-boyfriend with a giant robot. Did Pacifica think that she could stand against her? She'd faced one hundred times worse.
Pacifica's smirk widened. "Oh, so that's how it is." She leaned in closer to Mabel. "Then do it."