Alya was about to start speaking. Her mouth was already stretched into a canine snarl. But then she noticed the note, sitting in plain view.
Adrien followed her gaze, but she snatched it up before he could even move his hand.
"What is this?"
Her voice had a sugary, artificial sound to it.
Before he could stop her, she unfolded the pastel orange paper, and it crinkled slightly in her rough grasp.
"Let's see. "Meet me on the west side of the school courtyard.
I want to tell you a few things." Signed … LILA!?"
Adrien pressed his fingernails into the soft palm of his hand, the prick of pain offering some escape from the strenuous situation at hand.
"So you first do some game with CHLOE to make Mari feel like shit. Then, you decide to meet LILA in private. What next? You really are as plastic as they come. Do you think the rest of us are dumb? Chloe may not have guts, Sabrina might be a doormat, and Lila can keep on being a total slut. But at least they have the guts to not pretend to be our FRIEND."
Alya tore the note in half, then dropped the two crumpled pieces in front of Adrien's face.
"Enjoy your life, rich bitch. We're not gonna give you the time of day ever again."
And with that, she was gone, a swirl of hatred lingering like a storm cloud in her place.
Adrien stared after her for a few seconds, watching as her and Nino disappeared behind the door.
He grudgingly packed his things and gently picked up the note.
He was off to find lila.