High school Rivals

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Ridhima's POV-

Gosh this new girl is such a weakling and her voice. Eww its so irritating.

"Shut the fuck up", I roared. Her scream changed to sobbing but the next moment, she shouted again. Damn that bitch.

Taking the iron from Ragini's hand, I increased the temperature to the maximum and rubbed it on her hand.

"Whats her name bro?", I ask Aryan who was busying seeing through her school uniform.

Smoking out the cigarette, he says, "Sejal maybe."

"Is that your name little girl?" I ask her sweetly.

Why the hell is she staring at me than answering? Does she want to irritate me? Ok fine.

 Putting the iron on her arm once more, I repeated my question. And here comes her voice.

"Yessss", she shouted. 

"You shout too much Sejal", I sighed and turned to Aryan.

"Make her quite, baby", I tell him.

Look at the smile on the jerk's face. Jumping up, he goes to that girl and grabs her face to kiss.

Her supressed cries are a melody to my ears. Perfect.

You have thought it right. I am that high school bully. The one who tortures the weak violently. But I have my reason. I am just making them strong. Really. 

LOL

Lemme introduce myself. I am Ridhima. A high school student. The bully.
A queen whom everyone has to obey. It gives me a different type of pleasure when those weak "too good to be true" students surrender and follow my commands. The screams of the damsel in distresses are a soothing lullaby to my burning rage. I seem crazy right? I am crazy.
Fuck. The bug is here. My neighbor and also my mother's best friend son Vansh has come as another chick's knight in shinning armour. Good knows what kind of pleasure he gets by annoying me.
"Its time to close the art room", he interrupts.
"I was not even done groping her", Aryan grunts in frustration.
Seeing him stuck in the middle of his pleasure, I chuckle.
"Whatever", I rant and move out.
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Vansh's POV-
Being the school captain is tough and its tougher when you want to protect a wrong person at all costs. That too when you belong to that senior-most batch which has the dirtiest politics in the school history.
Every other boy who wanted to get to the position of school caption tries to attack my only weak spot- Ridhima. Ridhima- my only childhood friend.

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