Almighty Lycan.

Farm girls...

The rest of the day after that went by pretty easily. Well, the rest of the day up until lunch.
I was standing in line, waiting to get my food like the rest of us, when the football team comes through, pushing everyone out of the way.

I looked down the line behind me, to see them skipping everyone, and gradually making their way up to skip me. Oh hell no.

Before they reached me, I stepped out of the line, to stand right in front of them. The first one stopped in surprise, and the rest of them came to stand next to him to see what was going on.
The one in front was your typical boy next door. Blonde hair, blue eyes, dimples that would have any normal girl a swooning mess at his feet. Like I said, any normal girl.

"The hell do you think your doing?" I asked, arms crossed, and hip cocked to the side.

"Uh minding my own damn business. What's it to you?" He smirked, a cocky look passing over his face.

The football players behind him chuckled.

"Haha cute. Not. But I do think its cute how you think you can skip the rest of us." I kept a nonchalant tone in voice as I spoke.

"Listen little girl. You obviously don't know how this works. We're the football players. We do whatever the hell we want. You're a nobody, therefore you don't speak to us." He snapped, his buddies laughing their asses off by now.

"If you won't speak to me than at least you can speak to the bottom of my shoe." I said sweetly, before my foot came straight up between us, and connected to his nose. A sickening crunch filled the air at the connection, filling me with satisfaction.

He was on the floor groaning, blood running down his arms as he clutched his nose in pain. Everyone went quiet in the cafeteria to see what was going on. I slipped through the crowd before anyone would noticed that I was the cause of it. Of course his little buddies would rat me out eventually, but for the mean time? Food.
   
The nurse came and escorted him to the nurse's office, and I smirked in victory, grabbing my food and leaving.

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Looking around for a seat, I heard my name in someone's mouth. I discreetly sat behind the blonde girl who danced provocatively in my first class.
 
   " I don't know who the hell she thinks she is! Trying to show me up in my own class! That little fuck*ng bitch! She needs to go back to wherever the hell she came from!"

"I bet, she was a farm girl and had to work all day for her money! I mean, only a farmer could look that manly." One girl giggled. The others gasped in disgust.

"Probably! No wonder she has big manly muscular arms!" Another squealed, as everyone laughed. It wasn't even that funny, and frankly I was getting a little self conscious.

"I bet she is a dirty, poor, farm girl!" The blonde giggled, reassuring herself, but also struggling to open her Starbucks cappuccino.

I walked up slowly behind her, the other girls eyes getting big, and their laughter dying down.
I leaned down so that my lips were close to her ear and I took the starbucks from her. "And us farm girls know a cow when we see one." I said, implying that she was a cow.

   I tapped the bottle on the table two times before opening it with ease.

I handed it back to her as she stared at me in shock. I turned around and sashayed out of the lunch room, her burning glare only fueling my confidence.
Point one for me, and zero for that dirty whore.