Yellow with Envy

"Caroline," Jabir gives me a light shove, "are you okay?"
"What do you mean?" I respond, waking up from my dream and not knowing where I am, "where am I?" I said that aloud didn't I? Jabir gives me a worried look, and he lets his hand rest on my shoulder, "I asked you first; this is the second time you done this awakening thing, with no recollection of how you got here. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I shrug his hand off my shoulder, "I'm fine."
"Sure?"
"Of course," I take a short breath and then reach to change the subject, "I wonder where Majime-san is." Jabir sighs, his hands at his side, "Maybe she's sick," Jabir shakes his head, "we just passed her house."
"Maybe she's just wallowing in her sorrows," I had opened my mouth to speak, but this voice from behind me was the first to speak in her soft-disdainful voice, "she is such a sensitive girl." I stop in my tracks and turn to meet the eyes of the person who had intruded on our conversation, Jabir is not far behind. A girl with sun-colored hair down to her waist stands a few feet away. She's tall, and I can see her long slender fingers as she places her hands on her hips. Taking one hand, she flips her hair over her shoulder, "such a sad sight, I pity that girl" Her inflection leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, and her grey eyes are as cold as steel. Jabir exhales slowly, "you're Yuri, aren't you?"
"In the flesh and blood," she feigns surprise, "oh, was that too soon?"
Jabir pretends as if he didn't hear that, "do you want to walk with us?"
"That'd be delightful!" she claps her hands together, and I'm able to catch a glimpse of her ruby red fingernails, painted on like thick blood. She adjusts her pink polka-dot backpack, and runs an elegant hand through her hair before walking alongside Jabir and I. There's a pause before she coughs quietly, "I'm guessing you," she gestures to me, "are a 1st year," She takes a minute to bring to bring her finger to her chin in thought before gesturing to Jabir, "and you look like a 3rd year; far too tall and too handsome to be any younger!" She giggles and twirls a strand of her golden hair with her finger. Jabir gives her a friendly smile, "Actually I'm the same age as Caroline; I'm a 1st year."
"Yeah," I clear my throat, "you're in our class."
She seems to have not heard me, or ignored me, as she responds, "Oh, right! You're in my class! ....I can be such a ditz..!"
"You're not a ditz," Jabir shrugs, "it's a simple mistake."
She giggles once more and, when she is sure Jabir isn't looking, she gives me smug look. Her and Jabir walk side-by-side on the sidewalk as I walk a few paces behind, desperately trying to keep up to them. How could Jabir be nice to this girl, after she had just insulted poor Majime? And invite her to walk with us nonetheless! I began to feel a weird feeling in my stomach, as if it were twisting and turning as I was practically running to keep up to my friend and a girl that hated my guts. I could feel the color being blanched from my face, and my palms felt sweaty and clammy. I might-as-well have been green, overflowing with envy.
"Come on, Caroline-chan!" Jabir laughs as I realize that I've fallen so far behind, "pick up your feet!" He breaks into a sprint, and Yuri rolls her eyes and runs after him. After a long sigh, I follow in suit.