"I don't want it," Clarisse snaps back, even though it isn't true. She really, really wants the book. But now that she's said otherwise, she can't take it with her, so she stands up and lets it drop onto the mattress.

Somehow Abby telling her, calmly, I think you should go find the other people who came in with you is even worse than everything that came before it. Like, she really does think Clarisse is just some crazy person who broke into her room. Never fucking mind that half of the shit in here isn't even Abby's, including the shield that has Clarisse's name engraved in it.

Anger is a comfort. It's familiar. It feels so much better than being sad. So Clarisse knocks her shoulder against Abby's as she walks past her, hard enough to jostle her, just to prove that if she felt like it, she could do worse.

"You're all being so fucking stupid," she says as she exits.