As we all struggle to crouch down and see through the gap in the door, my breath quickens when I see Juliette. She’s standing in front of Stacey, who looks positively stricken.
“What kind of white people shit is this?” Aryan whispers to us and I hold back a laugh as does Victoria, but he's being dead serious.
“You hurt her. Who gave you permission to do that?” Juliette bellows out coldly.
What is really going on here? This is about me?
“I'm sorry,” Stacey mumbles, sniffling like a petrified puppy.
I hear my friends trying to contain their laughter and I find myself doing the same. I mean, is this borderline psychotic? Yes. But I'm actually enjoying watching Juliette's cruelty being directed toward someone else for a change.
“She’s off limits. The slushy was a one off, youneverlay your hands on her,” she bellows the words out like some sort of psychopath. I’m not sure why Stacey is just taking this, Juliette is literally harmless, so what is she gonna do? Get Stacey expelled? Big deal.
“Which hand was it?” Juliette questions, not a hint of emotion on her face.
What?
“What?” Stacey echoes my sentiments.
“Which hand did you punch her with?” Juliette rephrases, raising her eyebrow.
“This one,” Stacey says, holding up her right arm and before she can retreat it, Juliette grabs it.
“Don’t even think about moving,” Juliette says maliciously.
Before I can even blink, she has dragged Stacey toward one of the benches and sits her down. Then she pulls out a towel from her gym bag and shoves it into her mouth.
I can't look away, not even for a second and what happens after that enters my mind in slow motion—it’s disturbing and heart racing. Neither Juliette and I are violent individuals, but if anyone of us was to be more inclined to violence, I thought it would be me.
So, imagine my surprise when Juliette grabs her wrist, looks Stacey dead in the eye and in one swoop, breaks her hand.
The sound of bone crushing echoes through the room. Anyone within a five-mile radius would have heard the sound of her hand snapping and her screams would have echoed in the entire hallway if it wasn't for the towel lodged into her mouth.
Oh. My. God.
She broke her hand. I know I'm studying to work in medicine, but Jesus Christ, I almost hurl at the sight. My heart almost jumps out of my chest and cower away in fear, while my brain cannot even grasp what it just witnessed.
I gasp in shock as do my friends, Victoria looks like she's about to faint and honestly, I feel like I might too. Aryan is closing his eyes as if she's going to do it again.
“If I ever find out that you have touched Adaline again, I will do much worse than this. I will ruin your life, understood?” Juliette says, eerily calm.
Stacey can do nothing, but nod along as she whimpers. I can feel my friends staring at me, but I'm just focused on Juliette. Am I dreaming right now? Or is this a bad trip? This is too crazy to be actually happening right now.
“Now, run to the nurse's office and tell her you had a little accident and don't bother showing up to practice. You're off the team.”
“What the fuck?” Victoria says.
“That girl is crazy.” Aryan adds.
My friends are making comments as we run from the locker room, but I can't find it in me to join them. Not when my mind is racing and my heart is beating so fast that I might actually pass out.
I should be disgusted right now; I should feel sick to my stomach after witnessing Juliette do that. This isn’t some mafia movie, we’re just college students for the love of God!
I mean, yeah, Stacey is a bitch, she’s constantly berating me. She even told me to kill myself a hand full of times, but breaking her hand?
But, if I’m supposed to be disgusted, why are my hands sweating? Why can I not take my eyes off Juliette? Why am I so unbearably wet?
Chapter FOURTEEN
