My Chemistry Tutor

CHAPTER 40

CHITTHIP'S POV

I head back into the restaurant to grab my purse from the table, but I stop dead in my tracks.

My eyes widen as I watch some other girl half-carry Jennie into the bathroom.

What the fuck? Why? Why does Jennie look passed out?

Something doesn't feel right. A sick feeling rises in my chest, and I know I need to check on her immediately.

I groggily walk over to the bathroom and push the door open, only to witness the mystery girl trying to unzip Jennie's dress.

"What the hell do you think you're doing to Jennie?!" I shouted, smacking the girl's hand away from Jennie's zipper.

"Fuck off, you old hag! It's none of your business!" she yelled defiantly.

Oh, this bitch doesn't know who she's messing with.

"Call me old hag one more time, and I'll make sure to smack that smug little smirk right off your face!" I growled through clenched teeth.

"Get the fuck out of here, you old hag!" she repeated, this time shoving me toward the door. I stumbled, barely managing to hold myself up, my hand flying to my mouth to stop the vomit from coming out.

I was still in a bad physical state from not having had even a drop of alcohol, and my body was weak.

"Fine! I'll leave, but not before I get in a good fight," I countered, grabbing a fistful of the girl's hair and yanking hard.

"See, I'm very agitated right now, and you're making things much worse for yourself," I warned her as I smacked her hard across the face.

She looked at me in shock, clutching her cheek, and whispered, "You hit me!"

"Yeah, no shit. I told you I would. Now let go of Jennie," I snapped, trying to pry her hands off Jennie, who had gone completely limp in both our grasps.

"What the fuck did you do to the poor girl?" I demanded, pulling Jennie away and sitting her gently down on the floor.

I barely had time to turn back before I felt a sharp sting across my cheek.

I held my hand up to my face in shock as realization hit me, this bitch slapped me.

My blood boiled. I raised my hand, but instead of slapping her back, I balled my fist and swung with all the strength I had left.

CRACK!

My fist connected with her nose, and the girl immediately raised her hands to her face.

Blood started dripping between her fingers as tears welled up in her eyes.

"That's what you get, bitch!" I spat at her.

I turned back toward Jennie, who was still unconscious on the floor. Kneeling beside her, I noticed how shallow her breathing was. That didn't seem good at all. Fear gripped me.

I got back on my feet and, before opening the bathroom door, made sure to deliver one last hard kick to the mysterious girl's ribs.

She doubled over in pain, wheezing, and I stormed out of the bathroom.

I spotted a waiter and immediately flagged him down.

"How may I help you, ma'am?" he asked politely.

"There's a girl bleeding in the bathroom and another one unconscious. She doesn't look good, we need more help, fast," I whispered, my voice shaky.

"Umm, are you okay?" he asked, eyes widening as my knees began to wobble.

I staggered backward, my vision starting to blur, nausea clawing up my throat. I nearly collapsed, but the waiter caught me just in time.