*8 - Confrontation

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Lila emitted an "oof" sound when Chloe pushed her against the wall of the girl's bathroom. It was after school hours and fence practice won't be here until 20 more minutes, so Chloe was sure she was safe. 

Chloe stared daggers at Lila and Lila stared back with as much hatred as she could muster. 

"Listen here, Rossi," Chloe said, poking her finger at Lila's chest, her tone snappy and venomous. It would make any normal human being shiver and cower. But Lila isn't normal, of course. "What the heck did you do to Marinette? I want an explanation and make it fast," she demanded. 

Lila scoffed and slapped Chloe's finger away. "Why do you care?" Lila snapped back. "What I do with Marinette is my business, you nosy brat. Unlike Sabrina, she doesn't belong to you," Lila said, glaring at the blonde. "It's not like you like her or anything. We all know you hate her guts as much as you hate mine." 

Lila shoved Chloe away from her and stood straight, trying to tower the blonde with the little height she has. She could not imitate the intimidating aura Chloe is radiating, but she does seem superior. 

She trotted down towards Chloe and held her chin up with her finger and smiled. "Marinette is mine and there is nothing you could do about it. Back off if you know what's good for you." Lila then proceeded to walk towards the bathroom door like she owned the place.

When she reached the door, she opened it and glanced back at Chloe. The blonde's face was as red as her idol's mask and her hands were clenched beside her sides. Maybe if she clenched a bit harder, her nails might dig under her skin and draw blood. The sight amused Lila to a great length, wondering how much she could push the brat until she finally breaks. 

She winked at Chloe and shut the door behind her. Not long after the door's shut, she could hear the satisfying scream of the diva inside. 

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A/n: I'm thinking of changing the cover of the book. 

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