Natalia raised her arms once again and sighed. "Alright, fine. Forgive me for actually trying to be nice," she replied, ignoring the Charlotte's statement of how many girls George had bedded, mostly because she either didn't believe it, or didn't want to believe it. She turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom, pushing open the door a bit harder than she should have (out of anger) and nearly knocked over Charlotte's cronies, all of whom were crying. In Natalia's mind, there was no need for that. It was pointless, really.
"Look, you stuck up little prats," she began shouting at the crying girls. "I don't want to see you fucking losing your shit over something that didn't even happen to you. I understand being 'faithful' cronies to your bitch of a friend in there, but the tears? I mean, come ON! That's not necessary."
With that, she pushed her way through the girls, ignoring their surprised reaction to her outburst and bumped straight into George, who caught her by both of her arms. She stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing how long he was standing there, how much he had heard, and what his reaction to the whole thing was. It felt like hours, how long she was staring at him unblinkingly, though it was merely just minutes. Her mouth opened and closed rapidly as she tried to speak to him, but words and sentences couldn't form not only in her mouth but in her brain. She eventually managed to mutter and "I'm sorry" before walking away from him.
She quickly returned as she realized she forgot her bag in the bathroom. Natalia darted in, muttering an "I'm just grabbing my bag so leave me alone, please" as she grabbed her bag from underneath the sink she was at before. Quickly, she dug through it, making sure that Charlotte hadn't taken anything from it in the five minute span this was all occurring in. Her lips turned up into a smile of relief when everything was still in there.
She darted out of the bathroom once again, ignoring the looks from the girls, and ran directly into George, again. It seemed to her that he stopped right in front of her on purpose. "What?" she growled at him, now angry and annoyed that he would stop her. She shifted her bag onto her shoulder and her weight to one foot, her eyes looking up at him with sheer annoyance. "What do you want?"