First, she tipped the cold, sloppy leftovers from her plate into my lap. I heard her say 'whoops!', as if she'd forgotten how her own hands worked. ... I stood up, my dress dripping with food, and slapped her as hard as I could. Penny screamed and clutched at her cheek. The whole hall went silent. I shook out my stinging hand. "Whoops!" I echoed.
You’re welcome?” I called after her. She turned to me, halfway to her room. “I’ll keep my word. Just stay away from me, you hear?” “Gladly,” I muttered.