Her attitude evoked the outburst of Bette’s rage. She was intended to frighten this slim blonde, but it never went the way she wanted. And now she finally got enough of the frustration, grabbing the pale wrist of the girl.

That one move startled Tina. She panicked as she felt the burning, merciless flesh against her own. And then she lost her balance, being pulled after the tall girl, barely keeping herself from tripping.

The brunette had no intention to slow down for her. She walked like a tornado, pushing everything with feisty force, striking a desk in her way. The girl in that seat shrilled and shrunk away.

Tina felt her wrist was about to get broken by Bette. She attempted to struggle and knew that the brunette must felt it. However, Bette didn’t let go and even grabbed a little bit harder. Arriving at the last row, the taller girl practically threw the blonde to the empty seat.

Spun by the force, Tina had to grip the edge of the desk to not fall off the chair. She suppressed the urge to yell back, took out her book, and pretended to focus on the questions on the blackboard, knowing that the further she could push the brunette, the easier she could get to her.

Bette was already quite upset about the fact that this girl could easily stir up her temper, now that she was totally ignoring her, again, had her anger soar to a whole other lever. “You motherfucker!” She didn’t even care how loud her voice was as her fist met the hardwood of her desk, scaring Alice who sat before her to no end. She kicked her own chair and decided she had had enough, grabbing her bag and walking up to the front of the classroom.

“Miss Porter…” The teacher tried to catch up with her. But a shattering snap of the door closed right in her face.

The students sat in total shock. Then a few of them started to turn around and watch the blonde girl in the back, blaming her for not being respectful to the most powerful as well as dreamy person in the entire school.

Tina looked down at her pencil, thinking that now she was really in hell. A lot of people would love to take it out on her. ‘Hopefully it will be all worth it, dad.’

 Author: I know it’s not quite yet, but Merry Christmas. And sorry that The Lucky One has to wait till January. I’m here to present you another one to fill in the gap.