Charlotte only shook her head, trying to resist laughter at Michaela's antics. "You're absolutely crazy," she teased in a mockingly dismissive manner, before giving Juliette the gentle push on the back that she needed, to follow Jazmyn inside of the dormitory suite. Given that it was nearly identical to her own across the hall, there wasn't much for Charlotte to ogle at upon entering the place, and once Jazz was in her bedroom, most likely checking that everything had been brought up for her, Charlotte followed Juliette towards her bedroom. "This is what I'm not going to tolerate, Charlotte!" the twin who was the resident of this room whispered, in a clearly angry manner. "This disgusting way that you are your friends interact with each other. I don't want to hear it!" Now, Juliette even realized that she was probably picking a fight out of nothing but all it had taken was an hour's worth of events to wear her out today and make her even more irritable than she normally was.
"Pretty sure all I said was 'hello', but okay, continue being delusional, Jules," Charlotte rebutted, speaking at a normal volume level, unlike her sister as she followed Juliette into the doorway of her room, but didn't enter. As much as Charlotte didn't want to follow her mother's orders, leading her into the suite felt like the necessary thing to do, as if her twin sister needed some sort of body guard to protect her from Michaela and Jazmyn, who both clearly showed little interest in her at the moment, to begin with. It was all just Juliette being her self-centered self, where absolutely everything that everyone did somehow had to involve her, and though Charlotte liked to challenge that as often as she could, sometimes it was easier to just play along as best as she could, for the sake of everyone's sanity. Plus, at the moment, she was more interested in just shutting Juliette up and not stirring up another breakdown, since her friends were here.
Juliette didn't even bother to combat Charlotte's insult about her being delusional. It wasn't because she didn't think that her sister was incorrect and offensive, because she thought both of those things, but she had already moved on, and didn't want to disrupt her train of thought. When it came down to it though, delusional probably wasn't the completely accurate word for how Juliette was acting. She was definitely egotistical though, and it was just in her nature to assume that when things didn't go her way, even for very straight forward and simple reasons, like random roommate assignments, that someone else had to be behind it... That she couldn't possibly just deserve such bad luck without someone else meddling in the matters and purposely screwing her over. "You know what? I bet she was the mastermind behind all of this!"
"Who?" Charlotte asked, knowing that Juliette was referencing either Michaela or Jazmyn, but unsure of which one. She knew that it was dumb to even humor the ridiculous claim, given that it would only allow Juliette to continue to further whatever paranoid thought she was having about the world being out to get her, but the response came out of her mouth before she had time to really think it through.
"Jazmyn!" Juliette hissed, despite having already ushered Charlotte into her bedroom, and closing the door behind her. "She's probably obsessed with me!" Juliette exclaimed, in a still hushed tone, though with enough passion to suggest that she was very serious in her claim.
"You're out of your mind," Charlotte shook her head dismissively. "Look, would you just go across the hall and hang out with Victoria? I'm almost positive that she was in there earlier, when I put my stuff up there with Nolan. Maybe hanging out with her will help you un-activate this psycho mode you've been in all day."
Normally, Juliette would have simply rejected Charlotte's suggestion for the sake of disagreeing with her, but it seemed like the most logical option at the moment. Her bedroom didn't feel even slightly homey, so she had no desire to remain in there, where she would likely do nothing more than sulk, and she had missed Victoria. She hadn't gotten a text from the girl since saying she was on campus about an hour ago, so she was curious about what her best friend was up to. If nothing else, Juliette knew that having a new person to vent to about how much her predicament sucked, would be a stress reliever, so with a roll of her eyes that was brought upon out of nothing less than pure brattiness, she agreed. "Fine, but you better tell them what I told you. I don't want them bothering me this year, and I mean it, Charlotte. I'll kill you if they do, and then I'll tell Mom too," she said with that same hiss, as if the threats held any sort of semblance of truth.
"Anything for my darling sister," Charlotte replied bitterly, her eye roll definitely beating out Juliette's, as she opened the door up for the girl and watched her head out of the dormitory. She could see her sidestep Michaela in the entryway and though she hoped that it had been a silent, non-confrontational passing, she didn't try to look any further from her current viewpoint. Instead, she headed to the next door down, where Jazmyn was staying. "All of your precious belongings here?" she teased, leaning against the door frame as she peered in. "I would be a good friend and help you make your bed, but that text you sent me has me feeling otherwise." She was still being playful up until that point, but after taking another breath, her expression grew more serious, even if it was just slightly. "But can we just finally put whatever happened between the two of you that night to rest? I know you have your version of the story, and Juliette doesn't think that she was sober enough to know what she was doing, so it was clearly something that shouldn't have happened. Can we just leave it at that?"