Well, time to pick a fight.

She snags the book, and turns around, forcing herself furious, “Why do you always do this, you-” She deliberately cuts off, unable to stop her little angry grinding scream, knowing calling Sophia a bitch would possibly get a teacher poking their head out and she gets in trouble. Not what she wants. She wants skin contact, and being dressed down by an idiot who can’t do their job means that won’t happen.

And it’s always Taylor being caught and punished, never Sophia. Even if Sophia is assaulting her. She needs to get a way to record this sort of thing happening. Maybe use offshoot Sophia to set up a camera on her locker? Possibly figure out an anonymous way to upload the video to PHO or something.

But that’s a thought for the future, especially since Sophia gets closer, pushing her, “Because you need to learn your place, Hebert.”

Good start, but not good enough. It’s too bad it’s winter, or she could have worn a tshirt. It’s too cold in the school to not wear something heavier, or she’d have tried anyway. Not that it matters all that much, she’s still in her coat. “My place?” she snaps, knowing her anger about this garbage is bubbling forward. “Being beaten up by a thug who-”

She’s shoved again, “Don’t you call me a thug.”

“You’re the one shoving me!” she yells, hoping this will mean that she does get hit, and possibly bring teacher attention. Doubtful, but there it is. Amaryllis is toying with one of the papers she’s holding, ripping at the edges.

“Because you need to learn to stay down.” No shove this time.

“Stay down? After you shoved me in a fucking /locker//, and no one will do anything? You’re such a fucking bitch that-”

And there we go, that’s the punch, right to the cheek.

Ow.

Her head hits her locker, and she lands on the floor, teeth loose, head ringing. Fuck, this is way worse than she’s planning. Why does pain always have to be worse than the memory of pain? This is garbage.

Sophia stands over her, kicking her lightly, “Stay down, loser.” Then, the other girl walks away, sneering.

How she hates her