Stephanie watched the room closely as girls sloppily grabbed their hydroflasks and made their way to the school gym, flabbergasted that not a single one batted an eye at her. Couldn't they see that the paleness of her cheeks was destroyed by the purple bruise forming near her nose? (it was only a scratch)
"Some manners these people have." she thought to herself, breathing heavily out of annoyance as she carefully eyed each girl who exited the room. Her eyes softened as she looked up at Emily, turning into a helpless gaze, she looked like a damsel in distress. "How am I going to play dodgeball now?" She whined, stomping her feet repeatedly as she tugged at Emily's sleeve. She'd never received such treatment from people before, no one had ever left Stephanie unattended to. In fact, she was used to the glitz and glamour of the everyday socialite life, where she was surrounded by butlers who obeyed every single request that came out from her sweet mouth. This was simply abnormal for her to be treated this way, and it was Charlotte's fault.
"It's just a scratch." Emily mocked, rolling her eyes before offering Stephanie a hand. "Unless you'd like to go to the Nurse's office over a tiny little scratch on your cheek." She suggested, eyes inspecting her nails once again. Stephanie couldn't help but think that Emily was being sarcastic with her, and she hated it because it made her feel weak.
"Do you think I'm a pussy?" Stephanie scoffed, glaring back at Emily as she proceeded to walk out of the door. "I'll beat that bitch up during the match." She smiled sweetly to herself.
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