CYRA
Getting away from Genevieve, I turned the corner and started thinking how I was going to go about starting a fight, then I remembered that he probably was in on it this morning with Armand, hell maybe they all were but I was so stuck up on the thought that he was going to get me, that he had already done so and had all my siblings with him. Those stinky little betrayers. Then I didn't need to think of a reason to start a fight with Esme, I already had one and it was legit, and there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable.
I wasn't even smiling anymore, no, I was pissed at him and Dora, she deserved being in detention right now. I was sure my face was red with anger and I couldn't even see clearly, so much so that when I suddenly smacked into a soft little body, I realized I wasn't even seeing where I was going. Looking down at the body, I see a very angry little tigress.
As I was going to walk past her, I thought I heard her say something, trying not to be rude I go, "yes," and then this little tiger had the audacity to insult me. Me, and to say I smelled, yes, I smelled and damn good too. None of the girls could resist this very sexy and aromatic body, they savored my scent.
And then, that's when I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, I used her own words against her. And she definitely felt insulted, I saw it, and then she stomped her feet like a little child.
I almost laughed out loud in her face. But right at the end of the hall I saw someone in sight and I had found my victim, muttering whatever to her, I brushed past bumping her soft shoulders as I went just to piss her off some more. I could feel her glare, it was burning through my back, and if it was a laser, I could imagine the chaos it would wreck and like the masochist I was, I would revel in it with her.
As I was approaching Esme, he caught sight of me, and when he did, he stopped right where he was, I could see his mind working, his eyes moving around him and trying to think why is Cy Cy coming at him with an angry expression.
Yes man, better think quick, the clock is ticking and time is running out for you. When his eyes widen suddenly, I just knew he figured it out and I smiled revealing all my minty blue teeth to him as I got close, he barely got out a, "no Cy," before I swung my left hands, connecting with his face, splitting his bottom lips, blood spurting out as he let out a loud groan. I held his shirt as I pushed him back into the corner he came from.
Getting into the corner, he went straight into fight mode, grabbing my hands from his shirt, he used his nails, digging into my fingers, I hissed out of pain, letting him loose, I shove him down and then I started throwing punch after punch into him. I swung one more to his face, and then I kept hitting him on both sides of his chest then abs making sure I don't hit one place more than one time at once.
I didn't want to hurt my brother with excruciating pain, no, I just wanted to hurt him enough though. Giving him a chance to catch his breath and get over his groans, I started laughing and then he shoved me back, getting on top. He started throwing punch after punch into my chest and abs as I did with him but not my face.
Over my laughter, I start with groaning out of pain, "Ahhhh," and then he starts laughing. Having done enough he gets up, and we both double over in laughter as he lets his hands out for me to take it and pull me up. Not even saying anything, we both turned the corner, him getting to class first and me continuing all the way to the end, I had English in room 128 now.
I couldn't stop smiling now, knowing that when he goes into class like that with blood on his face, the principal would get called in and he would say exactly who did that, and then we both get detention, because not only did I hurt him, he fought back.
Getting into class, I tip my head up at Mrs. Quincy and said good morning to her, before going to my seat. Everyone stared at me as I walked by them, or more like they stared at my hands, my very much bloody hands.
Folding my cuffs, I asked, "what are guys staring at?" Seeing the expression on my face, they all looked away, going back to doing whatever they were doing before I got here.
Just behind me, Genevieve entered the class, catching my eyes, she smiled then quickly looked away. I didn't like it, not one bit did I like Genevieve's smile, it didn't scare me, it freaked me out. It was too sneaky and it promised something sinister, it was like she knew something I didn't know and I did not like that.
The next thing I know, Mrs. Quincy walked to the door opening it for another student. Not looking to see who entered, I began thinking what could the sneaky witch Genevieve know about me, maybe she saw me and Esme fighting, or just me fighting him. But that was nothing new, and it didn't scare me that she knew, this was almost normal for us, so then just what was it.
Just then I heard the funniest thing all morning, someone mouthing one of Genevieve's little cubs. "Oh my god, I am so sorry, I didn't see your foot out in my way which was supposed to make me trip."
Damn this girl had balls to say that, I started laughing with the entire class, Christy deserved that.
For the bullies they were and victims that were too coward to stand up for themselves, this girl was an I-take-no-bullshit-from-anyone, and clearly, if someone messes with her, she knows how to have them demystify that she isn't one to be messed with. After the little scene died down, we started our English work for the day, a six-page comprehensive passage with sixty questions to answer from it. I opened my book to the page and started reading, not even paying attention to what I was reading.
The door opened and I looked up almost expectantly, and when the principal's assistant caught my eyes, I just knew it. Putting away my stuff back, I start to get up, so imagine my surprise when she not only calls my name but, the girl next to me, and this wasn't just the girl that stood up to Genevieve and her pack, no this was also the girl that dared to insult me.
Of course, how could I have forgotten the little tigress, but wondering why she needed to see the principle, I furrowed my brows at her and she scowled at me, good, she remembered me then. Cute, I wanted to say to her just to hear her comeback, but I had other important stuff to deal with, like how I was going to torture Esme and both of us torture Dora.
Starting to follow the teacher, the little tigress followed suit behind me, I smiled. She should know, I'm the king of this jungle, and everyone inside was my follower. As we reached the principal's office, Dora and Esme were already waiting there for me, Dora scowled, and Esme and I smirked at each other, but when he saw the girl come out from behind me, not only does my brother but so does my sister know her.
And how exactly do I know that, it's because, as they both caught sight of her, their eyes opened wide and Esme said, "Lia!", then they looked at each other, then they looked at me and before I could say anything, Dora goes, "what did you do to her?"
"Wha-" "No need to explain anything Mr. Valentine, but a student came to me saying that she may be a possible witness as to what went down between you and Esme," Mr. Flores interrupted me saying.
Taking in what he said, I now understood what happened, Genevieve must have seen me and Esme fighting and the little tigress right after, knowing she was fresh blood in school, she probably thought she'd make it known who was Queen here. Clearly, she didn't know that the tigress saw nothing that would potentially put herself in harm's way, which would be detention on her first day.
Moving from behind me, the little tigress went towards Esme, "Oh Esme, what happened to you, who did this, does it hurt?" She bombarded him with questions a mother would to a wounded child. I scoffed, she whipped her head around to look at me, scowled, and opened her mouth probably to say something to me but thought better of it when she closed it and turned back around to face Esme.
"No worries, it doesn't hurt that much, but it's okay," he said to her. Damn right he was okay, he didn't need help or comfort from anyone much less from her, he had me and Dora with him. Not that I would for that matter unless I did cause that discomfort, then I was all for him and giving love and whatever he needed to get through that hard time.
"Now tell me what happened between you two," principal Flores asked, looking at me and Esme. Both of us put on our game face, we scowled at each other and I replied, "It's personal."
Mr. Flores then asks, "well couldn't this problem be solved personally between yourselves and not at school."
"It couldn't wait, sir," I replied back.
"Okay well, Miss Quintia, what did you see?" he directed the question to the little tigress.
Wanting to see what she would say, I turned to look at her. Catching my eyes, she scowled at me, and I smirked. Fumbling over her words, she says, "I didn't see anything that might help you sir, but I did hear someone groan as I was getting to my first class."