In the crowded hallway near the lockers, tension hung thick in the air as Sage’s frustration radiated off him like heat waves. He paced back and forth, his paws buried deep in his pockets, the scowl on his face deepening with each passing moment. He believed Brigitte was actively trying to sabotage his relationship with Savannah, and it made him seethe with anger. Brigitte leaned against the locker, arms crossed tightly over her chest, an unmistakable air of defiance etched on her face. Her eyes rolled in exasperation, her frustration with Sage's audacity growing by the second. It was as if she was a coiled spring, ready to explode at any moment. Finally, she pushed herself off the lockers, her posture shifting to a confrontational stance. Glaring at Sage with fiery intensity, she spoke with a thick French accent that dripped with venom. “Tu es un idiot, Sage! Are you so full of yourself that you think every girl likes you, huh?” Her claw stabbed emphatically at his chest, punctuating each word with palpable anger. Brigitte's facial expression was fierce, her brows knitted together and her lips pressing into a thin line. She shook her head in disbelief, her dark hair swinging on her furry like-body with the movement, a gesture that emphasized the incredulity she felt. Body language taut and aggressive, she stood her ground, refusing to let Sage’s ego overpower her. The passion in her voice cut through the noise of the hallway, leaving onlookers momentarily captivated by the heated exchange.