Bella shrieked when John started hopping and brushing at himself. She clapped her hands over her mouth, staring, but she couldn't see anything and then ... he stopped.
She dropped her hands and kind of glared at him before she shoved his shoulder. "Jerk," she muttered. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel adrenaline or something making her kind of tingle, and she kind of wanted to kick him for that stunt. "That was ... that ... you're a jerk," she decided as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Maybe he wouldn't have such an easy time making friends.