“And you’re bulldozing over us.”

“I’m not …” I begin a little too loudly. A little too angrily. I stop, take a deep breath, and begin again in a lower, hopefully calmer, voice. “I’m not trying to bulldoze over you guys. I’m sorry if I made decisions without really talking to you. But it’s not like you haven’t done the same thing.”

“How?” Jess scoffs.

“By trying to come up with the idea for the business with no input from me before? And secretly deciding between yourselves that you don’t really want to do this anymore? Talking about me behind my back?”

“Okay, first of all.” Jess’s voice rises a notch as she leans over the table between us. “You were part of the groupchat, and it’s not our fault you decided not to participate. And second, we weren’t talking behind your back.”

“Jess,” Chaewon’s voice is stern.

“We weren’t!”

“Maybe we were being a little unfair?” Chaewon asks, catching Jess’s eye. “We should hear Nishat out. She’s our friend and this is important to her.”

I love Chaewon so much at this moment that I could kiss her. It’s nice to know that she has my back a little bit.

Jess doesn’t look happy at being reprimanded, but she does shut up, giving me a chance to present my case. I’ve been practicing this all day, mostly in my head, but I also scribbled some notes into my phone when nobody was looking. I kind of wish I could whip them out now, but that would look weird.

“Chyna is racist,” I start.

Jess rolls her eyes, but Chaewon sits up straight in her chair. Like this is the declaration she was waiting for.

“You guys know she is. You know the things she says, about me and my sister. And … everyone else as well.”

“Yes, she says them about everyone.” Jess interrupts. “She’s not racist, she’s just a bitch. She’s a bad person but she isn’t specifically bad to you because of your race.”

I shake my head, hoping that Chaewon will cut in again to back me up on this, but she doesn’t. I know she agrees with me, though. I’m not the only victim of her racist rumors.

“Well, regardless, she’s said some stuff and now she’s going around with henna on her hands. That’s cultural appropriation.”

Jess rolls her eyes again, and it takes everything in me to not reach across the table and punch her. I do have to ball my hands into fists so tight under the desk that my nails dig into my skin painfully. It helps. A little.

“Claiming cultural appropriation is a little ridiculous, don’t you think?” Jess asks. Chaewon doesn’t say anything, but her lips turn down in a frown.