me and you

Chapter 28

On Monday, I was ambushed in the restroom. I stepped out of the stall to find a group of girls crowding the restroom. It was very obvious that they were apart of the popular students because I'd never interacted with any of them before. It was also very obvious that I had done something to get on their bad side, judging from the identical glares I was receiving from them.

"Um...can I help you?" I asked, stepping between some of them to get to the sink..

One of the girls, a short, pretty blonde, stepped towards me. "Sana, is it?"

I nodded as I washed my hands. "Yep."

"I don't like you," the blonde said. "You have something of mine, and I want it back."

I frowned as I began to dry my hands on my skirt, too lazy to put them under the dryer. "I didn't take anything of yours."

Her glare turned icier. "You took my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend?" I inquired, an eyebrow raised.

"Mark," she said. "He broke up with me to be with you. I want him back."

I scoffed. "He's a person, not an object. You don't own him, you know?"

"Do you know who you're talking to?" she asked. "I'm Yuni Lim! I run this school!"

I smirked. "I'm pretty sure it's Mrs. Tuan who runs this school."

"Bitch, I will ruin you!" she spat. "I can make your life a living hell!"

I snorted. "Such a cliché thing to say. You know, every evil woman in every teen romance story uses that line?" I turned and moved towards the door. "Get some new material before you try to 'threaten' me again."

"You little filthy human!" she screeched. "Nobody talks to me that way!"

I crossed my arms under my chest. "If anyone's little, it's you. You're the one who can barely make it to five feet tall. Not to mention, you obviously stuff your bra, Little Miss Barely an A Cup." Alright, I'll admit that it was a little harsh of me to call her out on stuffing her bra, but in my defense, if she wanted bigger boobs, she should've just gotten implants. Who the hell even stuffs their bra anymore? Nobody, that's who.

Yuni gaped at me. "Nobody—"

"Talks to you that way," I interrupted her. "I heard you the first time." I opened the restroom door, and just before stepping out into the hallway, I said, "And by the way, if Mark broke up with you to be with me, then he must have wanted something better."

On Tuesday, Yuni and her group of Barbie dolls were at my locker in the morning. As I approached them, I took note of the fact that Yuni's bra was no longer stuffed. Instead, she was obviously wearing a push up bra. When I reached them, I shook my head in disappointment. "You know, if you want bigger boobs, just get implants," I suggested. "But do it gradually, you know? Take it cup size by cup size every couple years, that way it won't be so obvious that you're not a natural double D."

I swear if she had been a cartoon, she would've had steam coming out of her ears. "Fuck you," she spat.

"No can do," I said. "I'm not into girls like you. The redhead behind you is though, maybe you can fuck her." I was officially a horrible person. Is it bad that I really didn't care?

The redhead gaped at me. "I am not!"

I snorted. "Really? Then why are you giving me that lusty look? It's not because you don't find me attractive, that's for sure."

The redhead opened her mouth to speak, but Yuni held up a hand. "Shut up, Eri." The blonde stepped towards me. "This is between me and you. You have what I want, and I want it back."