You Have Player Written All Over You[Editing]

(7)Full Of Insults.

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 Everything happened in a blur. I remember tearing Audrey's shirt and punching one of her friends in the face. Something slammed into my nose, knocking my head back.

 "Take that, bitch!" I heard a girl scream. I heard chanting and, "Whoa. New girl can kick ass."

"Look at Audrey's boob jiggle! Someone take a picture!" called a loud voice.

I ignored them all, no matter how funny the comments got, and punched Audrey in the gut. She gasped and  tangled her fingers in my hair.

"Baby stuff." I murmured in her ear before swiping her feet from under her and left her laying there, about to make a dramatic exit.

Just as I was about to walk out, I felt something cold and slimey hit my back.I spun around and caught an Audrey number two hide her hand behind her back and laugh. I sped toward her, and pulled my hand back to slap her.

 Unfortunately, I couldn't complete my deisred action because just as I was bringing my hand down, I felt a rock hard arm wrap around my waist. The funny thing was, I didn't see the face, but I knew who it was.

"Get off me! Get the hell off!" I screeched, getting in a frigid glare that connected with Audrey's livid one before the owner of the arm dragged me away.

  "What's your problem?" I snarled, rounding on Russell once we were in the quiet hallway.

"I was saving your ass, that's what! What the hell is wrong with you!" he burst out, looking at me disgustedly.

 "I thought you had more control than that." he said, looking almost crestfallen.

He left me standing there, tears forming into my eyes. That was almost as bad as a breakup.

  "Libby?" asked a voice. I quickly wiped my tears away and looked behind me.

"Tristan?" I asked, slightly surprised.

"Yeah. What happened to you?" he asked, taking in my dishiveled appearence.

I looked down. "Er... boy problems." I answered vaguely.

Tristan sighed. "And I missed it." he said, looking disappointed. I laughed, about to answer back when we heard a voice bellow down the hallway. 

"Miss Sathers!" Shit.

"Hi Mr. Douglas!" I called, trying to hide my clothes.

"What is on your clothes?" he demanded, coming closer. I groaned.

"I slipped on a fallen tray. I bombarded into Audrey and we both fell in food." I explained in a calm and cool voice. I smiled inwardly. That was the best lying tone I've ever ad.

"Well, you're not allowed to go into class like that. Take off your hoodie and put on the gym shorts you never wear in class. Mind as well make some use of it." Mr. Douglas weezed, waddling past me.

I moaned and carefully shed my hoodie off. The bruises didn't hurt, but they still showed. I'd have to be careful today. I waved goodbye to Tristan and stopped by my locker. I took out the god awful shorts from my backpack and headed to the bathroom.

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I looked at myself in the mirror, with my dark yellow tank top layered on with a white, frayed one underneath. It hugged my figure and didn't look like it was pajamas so I guess it would pass. The pants, that was a different story. They were ungodly short, one of the reasons why I don't like to wear them in front of Mr. Douglas' piggy eyes. They stopped at my upper thigh, showing off my tan legs.