And here I am, in the gates of hell. But I think thats's an insult to hell.
I walk toward my locker, trying to squeeze between the bodies of idiots. Someone cat-calls me, causing me to scowl and roll my eyes. These people have nuts as brains.
Out of nowhere, a large foot taps my foot, causing me to trip. I stretch out my arms so my face wouldn't hit the ground, but my torso and whole lower body slams against the floor. I grunt in pain, and then hear someone trying to stifle their laughter.
I whip my head around to see another dumbass jock biting his lip to stop grinning. My face forms into something more than just a glare or a scowl.
"Watch your step, princess."
I grab my thickest textbook in my bag, and without a second of hesitation, I chuck right at his head. Everyone is silenced once the book hits his head. The side on my lip tugs upward as I see pure anger flash through his eyes.
The bell rings overhead.
I stand up, dusting off my dark jeans, then bend over to retrieve my book as he shoots death glares at the back of my head. I shout over my shoulder.
"You should over to class. I know you need it."
