“Fucking cunt!” she screams out, pinning me to the floor, but I bite her arm and she cries out in pain as we both roll around fighting for control, which is funny because we both know how to throw a dangerous punch. We could both end this right now and actually hurt each other, but we aren't; we're soaking in the feeling.
At least I am. I am soaking in the feeling of having all her attention right now, with her hands violently tugging at me. She's reaching for me, even if it's to hurt me—she'sstillreaching for me and I can't get enough of it.
“Bitch!” I shoot back at her smiling as I feel the blood drench my lips.
I grab her wrists and fight back for control, rolling on top of her and pinning her to the ground while ignoring her kicks. I straddle her body so she isn't able to move out of my grasp.
Both our screams melt into a void of nothingness when my eyes fall to her body, which is beneath me. It's so toned and smooth, like she was sculpted by the Greek gods.
How is her body this perfect when she hates working out? Especially those tits, which are being accentuated by that pretty lace bra. Does she wear sexy things like this often?
Her hands pulling at my hair snap me out of my trance, my head forcefully tilting up. She smirks at my pain and I freeze in this position. I can't move, not when her dangerous green eyes are staring into mine. I feel like the whole world is spinning and I can't breathe.
“What is going on in here?!” A voice barrels into the locker room, snapping both of our heads up to see the principal at the door.
“She started it!” we both shout back in unison, a blush rising to my cheeks at our position.
“Both of you come with me now!”
***
“I can't believe I'm gonna fucking miss biology because of you.”
Seriously? She's got blood on the side of her cheek, her jet-black hair is ruffled beyond belief and although her uniform is buttoned back up, it's completely trashed. Yet somehow, the one thing bothering her the most is missing biology? Adaline is such a nerd.
“Cry me a river,” I mock her, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Ladies, that's enough! I'm utterly disappointed with what I've just witnessed!”
Principal Smith is bellowing her words out. After she caught us, she immediately ushered us into this empty classroom, sat us both down, and has spent about five minutes staring at us with disappointment.
I hope she doesn't tell my mother about this—not that she would answer her phone anyway, she’s too busy for that.
“Fighting? You know Richmond doesn't stand for violence.” She sighs. “I'll have to punish you both for this behaviour—”
“Let me guess, I get detention and she walks away with nothing but a slap on the wrist?” Adaline interrupts her, scoffing.
I turn my eyes to the left, looking at the anger pulsating off her. I feel a pang of guilt travel through my blood stream—almost suffocating me. I push it down as quickly as it rises. I do that anytime I feel guilty over how I’ve treated Adaline—which is often.
“Please do not assume that I would play favourites and have double standards, Miss Emery,” Mrs Smith responds, frowning at the assumption.
Mrs Smith is the furthest thing from unfair. She has never given preferential treatment to the rich kids at this school.Never. She’s one of the only teachers at this school who hasn’t, which is lucky, considering she’s the principal.
Lucky for Adaline at least. She isn’t like the old principal who used to take bribes, I would know that, considering I was often the one to bribe him.
Adaline rolls her eyes. “Well, you'd have to play favourites with her, considering her mother donates to this school.”
She really needs to get this chip off her shoulder. Yes, I’m rich, that’s not going away any time soon.
Mrs Smith softens her eyes. “Money doesn't mean that consequences are negated.” She looks between both of us and continues. “In fact, I'm going to leave you both here for the next hour because clearly, the best form of punishment is to leave you both here together.”
What? No way. I'm not sitting in this classroom for the next hour with her, we'll end up at each other’s throats again.
“But—” we both say in unison.
“Would you rather I call your guardians?” she asks and both of us stay silent and she looks pleased. “Goodbye ladies.”
She leaves the classroom without even a glance in our direction, ignoring mine and Adaline's protests. I sigh and lean back in the chair.
