Ch. 25: Freshmeat

"Does this little princess think she can just bump into us and walk away? Who does this freshman think she is?" questioned a voice filled with attitude and anger, glaring her cobalt eyes on the girl before her.

The girl who spoke appeared to be two years older than the freshman she was glaring down at. A scowl was on her face that was covered in a thick layer of dark blue eyeshadow and lipstick.

Even with her goth attire and makeup, the girl's pale skin glowed and the same with her attractive features.

"Don't you mean 'freshmeat,' Snow?" This sultry voice of ridicule came from a second attractive girl with long brown hair with streaks of dark purple that matched her makeup.

Standing there with her arms folded under her chest, she sported a skin-tight dark purple dress that showed off her voluptuous figure with a silver chain belt that had crosses hanging off it.

"Go