Tracey scowled at Mandy. "Oh so I guess a leg spreading pureblood princess, isn't a slut to you?" she said, a frustrated look on her face. She clearly remembered their last conversation, but Mandy was acting way to exaggeratedly pleasant. Tracey had enough of it. She normally would, but she had enough stress with her mother that her patience had thinned. If she wanted to get it out, she was going to get it out.
"Oh right. Because I totally want to know you," Tracey said, sarcastically. "And I totally care what wedding you'd want to have," she added frustratingly. It almost gave her a headache. All the talk about weddings made her think about her impending conversation about ending her own wedding with her mother.
Tracey glared back easily, matching the coldness of the other girl's stare. "Well, you'd certainly make my life easier right now," she said, a brief sarcastic smile on her face, before sneering at the girl again.