2. Take that bitch!

TASHA

"You fucking piece of shit!" I scream, yanking my bag off my shoulders to the floor before lurching towards Diane, the fucking bitch I thought was my fucking bestfriend. I sink my fingernails into her dirty blonde hair and drag on the strands with all my strength, yelling my lungs out.

This slimy bitch has been stabbing me in the back all along, getting her pussy digged with my boyfriend's cock while pretending to sympathize with me over the relationship problems between Jason and I.

And speaking of that fucking asshole Jason, I am still getting to his case later.

Loud cheers and boos from the other students echo throughout the atmosphere of the hallway as Diane and me drag and pull mercilessly at each other.

"Let me go you crazy bitch!" Diane yells, her hands trying to untangle my tight grip on her hair.

Did she just call me a bitch?

My brain spikes, and I finally lose it. All of it. My grip on her hair tightens as I pull her backwards with me. With all my fucking strength, I turn around and jam her slutty face to one of the lockers.

"Take that bitch!" I yell, jamming her face again to the locker.

Pain, betrayal and anger rip through me as I continue to bash her head to the locker. To even think that she can do such a despicable thing to me and act all bitchy about it only fuels my rage.

"Hey Tasha, calm do–"

My recognition of that voice hits me like a truck. My eyes twitch, and something that twists my guts forces bile up to my throat.

Did that fucking bastard just talk to me?!

I throw Diane's head to the locker one last time, allowing her battered face and body to slump to the floor while I snap around to get my pound of flesh from the fucking asshole who I thought was my fucking boyfriend.

"Tasha why are you acting all shitty about al–"

With a yell, I claw my long arrow pointed manicured fingernails at his face, at his neck, branding him a cheater and a fucking manwhore. Blood streams down from his left cheek and neck, dripping to the floor.

"Crazy bitch!" He yells, clutching his face and neck, his eyes widening like he is staring at a witch. He has never seen this side of me for the past one year, three months, and six days that we have been dating.

This side of me only comes out when I need to be a maniac.

"Tasha Quinn!" Principal Salazar's voice booms throughout the entire hallway, sending the cheering crowd into shock mode. Her jet black heels clank down the hallway floor as she struts towards the chaotic scene, flanked on both sides by two hefty school guards. Principal Salazar is the pure definition of a bull you can't take by the horns. She is tall, slender, light-skinned, has short curt brown hair that is always bobbed, always wears a touch of black in every outfit, and she never smiles.

Like she never even chuckles.

Many of the students say it is because her husband left her and ran away with another woman. Others say it is because she is sex-starved.

I like to believe that is her personality. Fierce. Sophisticated. But also a pain in the ass.

"Tasha Quinn, are you an animal?!" She rakes, getting closer to me and snapping me around by the arm to face her squarely. "What sort of insolent, barbaric, cannibalistic behavior is this?!"

Oh, I forgot to add that Principal Salazar is also an equivalent to the Oxford Advanced Learners' Dictionary.

Her thick perfume trails into my nostrils at her close proximity, and I nearly choke on my breath. Her long black overcoat hides the sides of her body con white turtleneck dress. With the way she is glaring at me, she looks like a tiger waiting impatiently to pounce on its prey.

"Answer me Tasha! Why are you bullying your fellow students when you should be on your way home?!"

"I didn't bully anyone Principal Salazar!" I tear my arm from her grasp. "I got mad over something really shitty that they did to me and then got into a fight with them!"

"A very nasty fight." A guy's voice whistles.

Principal Salazar snaps her blazing eyes overhead to the direction of the voice. I hear a slight choke in sound. Someone coughs.

"And what are you all still doing in the school premises?! Don't you all have homes to return to?!" She snaps.

Banging lockers, frenzy shuffles and low whispers fill the air as most of the students hurry towards the exit. Diane looks like a dumped sack of potatoes on the floor. The corner of her head is bleeding, but I don't give a fuck.

"Take the two injured students to the clinic." Principal Salazar orders to the school guard standing by her left.

The guard nods. He walks over to Diane and helps her get up from the floor. He winces a bit when he catches sight of the bleeding deep cut on the side of her head. The other guard moves in to help Jason, using his handkerchief to stop the blood flowing from his neck.

Principal Salazar grabs me by the arm and turns me to face her.

"Miss Quinn," she snarls. "You will hear from me tomorrow. But be rest assured that you will be punished accordingly for inflicting injuries on your fellow students. Physical violence of any form is not tolerated in Westville High."

She leans closer to my ear. "You are a model student. I thought you knew that."

I swallow hard, clenching and unclenching my bloodied fists. She backs away from me and turns on her heels to follow the guards. She is right. I am a model student. A well behaved, straight 'A' student, but not today. Not when I saw Jason thrusting his dick into Diane's cunt like he is holding onto dear life. I lost all my shit and decency, and the 'bad ass' side of me appeared. I acted like a mad beast, but surprisingly, I don't feel any shred of guilt about my actions.

In fact, I am not yet satisfied with the cuts and bruises I gave them. I want them to feel something more brutal. I want Jason to feel an equal measure of the dirty shit he did to me.

And Diane, that bitch should better watch her back. She may be fucking with Jason now, but she should be prepared when she finds his dick slamming into another girl's cunt. I really feel so fucked up right now that I ever loved her so fucking much.

She was my best friend, but now, all I feel is pain and utter resentment towards her. She tossed our entire friendship into the mud, hurting me to the core of my being by fucking with my boyfriend.

Why?! Why the fucking why?!

Anyway, this is very far from over.