Charlotte Quinto was determined to make the new girl's life miserable in this school. After Steffy humiliated her in front of their classmates and Sir Greg, all she wanted was to become the big bitch everyone in school was afraid to cross.
That afternoon, she stormed into Teacher Greg's private office and kissed him. She was angry. He had the audacity to ignore her on her first day and he did nothing when Steffy grilled her in front of their peers.
"What are you doing, Charlotte?"
He sounded irritated. Ignoring his words, she pressed on, her hands moving to unbuckle his pants. Teacher Greg gripped her shoulders and shoved her back with a scowl, leaving her shocked.
"What now, Sir Greg? You don't want me anymore?" she taunted. "What? Are you bored of me already? Or is it that new girl? You want her, don't you?"
"Get out of my office, Charlotte. I've got more important things to do," he replied, struggling to keep calm. But Charlotte wasn't moving.
"Just fucking tell me!" she screamed.
Teacher Greg slammed his fist on the table, making her jump. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Miss Quinto. Know your place, or you'll regret making me do something I shouldn't."
"Are you threatening me?" she spat.
"Leave!" his voice shook with anger.
"This can't be happening!" Charlotte pleaded. "Sir, please, I'm sorry—just let me make it up to you."
"I said, get out!"
Sniffling, Charlotte stormed out of the room and ran to cry in the girls' bathroom.
A few minutes later, when she emerged, five of her friends were waiting for her. Together, they decided to change into their PE uniforms in the locker room. To their surprise, the new girl was already there, rummaging through her locker quietly.
"What a sight for sore eyes," Charlotte sneered as they approached. "I love your hair, you stupid hoe. Want us to shave it all off for you?"
Steffy met her words with a blank expression, and Charlotte's fury boiled over. Even though Steffy looked irritated, she remained composed and tried to walk away. But Charlotte shoved her to the floor, making Steffy groan as she hit the ground.
"Suits you right!" the other girls chimed in.
"What do you want?" Steffy asked, her voice laced with disgust. Charlotte shoved her again, this time into the locker door, which rang out with a loud clang.
"You humiliated me yesterday, remember?"
"I didn't mean to humiliate you. You're the one with the problem," Steffy replied, her voice calm but sharp enough to hate her even more.
"You're so full of yourself, newbie! You've got no right to talk to me like that!"
"And what right do you have?" Steffy retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why are you terrorizing me? Why do you bully everyone? Does it heal your wounded pride, Charlotte Quinto?"
"You don't know me, Steffy! Shut your mouth! I saw you yesterday, bitch. Teacher Greg walked you through the rain."
Steffy's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Is that what this is about?" she asked, her laughter cold and mocking.
Charlotte hesitated. Once again, Steffy made her feel like a fool.
"Is that why you're here, Charlotte? Ah, I know… you're obsessed with him. Do you know how pathetic that is?"
That word hit Charlotte hard. She had been in love with Teacher Greg from the moment he started teaching in this school. Steffy, with her pretty face and confident demeanor, was a threat. Yet, here she was, laughing at her. "Why are you laughing, bitch?"
"Oh, Charlotte, I'm just happy that I'm not as obsessed or pathetic as you are."
Charlotte's face reddened with rage. "How dare you! Aren't you scared of me?"
"I should be asking you that," Steffy replied, smirking with amusement.
That's it!
"I hate you, Steffy, and I came here to make sure you know that. Girls like you should know their place."
"You don't know a thing about me, Charlotte," she said, sounding more like a psychotic bitch than a normal high school student. She could not point Steffy's personality. One minute she looked sweet, the next she was like this—like she wasn't afraid of anything… like she just didn't care.
But that only made Charlotte snap. She lunged at Steffy, grabbing her by the collar. "You've pushed me too far, newbie. I'm the queen of this school, and Teacher Greg is my king. Mine! You'll pay for trying to steal him."
Steffy laughed again. "Come on, Queen Charlotte. You're delusional."
"Shut up!" Charlotte screamed. "Girls, hold her."
Two of her friends grabbed Steffy by the arms, pinning her in place.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Steffy warned, her voice now edged with anger. Charlotte didn't listen. She slapped Steffy hard across the face, but Steffy only spat the blood that accumulated at the side of her mouth.
"You're really testing my patience, newbie—"
But before she could finish, Steffy slammed the two girls' heads together. Before she knew it, her friends were already screaming. Then Steffy moved to kick them on the floor.
"You're the one testing my patience, bitch!" Steffy roared, grabbing Charlotte by the hair. Charlotte screamed in agony as Steffy's strong hands yanked her away. She tried to fight back, but Steffy had more advantage. She had no choice but to give in. The other girls shrank back in fear, some trying to escape.
"No one fucking leaves!" Steffy commanded. "Lock the door."
One girl rushed to bid her command, and with a powerful yank, Steffy threw Charlotte into the corner, sending her crashing into a chair. Smirking, Steffy knelt beside her, wiping the tears on Charlotte's face.
"I-I'm sorry… we'll do anything," Charlotte whimpered. "Just let us go…"
Steffy smiled sweetly. "All right, I'll spare you. But there are conditions."
***
Teacher Greg noticed that Charlotte and her friends had been absent for days. Worried, he addressed the class. "Does anyone know what's going on with Miss Quinto and her friends? They've been missing for some time now."
"We're here, sir," a voice rang across the room.
Everyone turned as Charlotte and the other girls walked inside. Silence filled the space as they took their seats. Greg was shocked by what he saw. Then, a student's snicker broke the quiet, and soon the whole class was laughing.
"Settle down!" Teacher Greg called out. "Sit down, girls."
The teacher was baffled at the girls' condition—Charlotte's head was bowed, her face bruised, her lip cut. The other girls looked equally rough.
"If you don't mind me asking, Miss Quinto, what happened? Why did you cut your hair?" Greg asked.
"You look like Shaolin girls!" one boy shouted, sending more laughter through the room.
"You're bald! Is this a new trend?" another chimed in.
"Karma's a bitch!" someone yelled from the back.
Charlotte and her friends stayed silent, only casting nervous glances at Steffy—something that didn't go unnoticed by Teacher Greg.
Does Steffy have something to do with this? Greg wondered, but from where he sat, all he could see was sweet, innocent Steffy, chatting with a friend. He felt guilty for even considering it.
"Okay, that's enough. Get your history books and turn to page 77," he sighed, still confused by it all.