C17 The Art of War

Douglas’s face was pale. But he had lost fair and square, and he didn’t want to get into an unnecessary scuffle.

Seeing Douglas’s tight expression, bob-haircut girl spoke up. “What’s wrong?” she asked innocently, her eyes wide. “Did my brother say anything wrong? Was he mistaken when he called you trash?”

She followed that up with a grin. She was obviously mocking them.

All the while