Difficult Souls

Bitchiness overload..

"Okay, so it was not my fault. She obviously said things about me sir, and that got me riled up like any sane person would have...."
"Who says you are sane'', Samantha starts but is interjected by Mr Martins.
"Samantha, I would ask you not to verbalize your thoughts."
"But...but.. Mr Martins, she started it, she did not let me talk to Ryan."
"Well, thats because you are a bitch and he is my best friend .", I added on.

Well some might wonder what happened that we were in the principal's office, again. Well it was because the Royal Bitchiness stomped off to our table and created a scene.

Flashback

''Hey Ryan, what are you doing tonight?'', Samantha said while she sat on Ryan's lap

Quick 101; Samantha is what you call a pretentious queen bee of the school or so she thinks, but the truth is she cant get that high on the social ladder because of me.

 Cue the evil laugh.Ryan gave me a'get her off of me look' to which I cocked an amused eyebrow, but being the bestest friend in all of universe I decided to help him.

''Certainly not you Samantha'', I said.
''He can speak bitch, so you , better not speak for him and keep your filthy mouth shut'', snapped Samantha.
''Oh look who's speaking, lets not get carried away sweetie, we all know where your mouth has been. I won't say but I seriously recommend a strong mouthwash '',I said,
Samantha was now out of Ryan's lap and facing me, while Ryan chuckled.
''You have some guts taking to me like that when I can ruin you, so its better you scurry off to where you came from.'', Samantha said with a glare.
"Well, sweetheart you're in for a ride.", I glared back.

She grabbed my hair and yanked and that grabbed the attention of a few , well all the by standing students in the cafeteria . By the time we could comprehend the situation and deal with it quite a crowd had gathered.
"FIGHT!, FIGHT!, FIGHT!, FIGHT! ", was chorused all through the walls and Samantha and me in the middle.
I looked towards Ryan and he gave me a look which said let her have it now.
I launched towards and landed a punch on her caked face and she let out a monstrous scream and jumped on me and well I wasn't gonna let her take me down and there he was, my idiotic best friend looking like a proud mother goose.

I swear this girl has her fake nails done just to scratch and kill other people without people ever finding the murder weapon. She fought with valour and courage... pshh just kidding the girl was wailing like a dying cat, if we hadn't been broken apart by Mr. Martins she would've hadn't probably scarred my pretty face with those fake ass murder weapons she calls nails.

"well well Miss Sanchez it seems as if you and Mr. Mcallden cant seem to keep out of trouble this year can you?", Mr. Martins said.

Mr. Martins, it wasn't Zoey's fault Samantha here started it..'', Ryan tried to justify but Mr Martins wouldn't have any of it. "My office both of you."

And well thats how I ended up here, in the principals office again, in the same week. Well what can I say I'm badass like that, or not!

After I got out of the office with a week of after school detention and a lot of humiliation I walked towards history and at a point while walking down the hallway an arm slung around my shoulder and I sighed," You owe me ice cream and chicken nuggets for the rest of your existence you doofus".

"Sure my love any thing for my princess, anything you desire today just ask, it shall be yours.", Ryan said. I knew what would change his sweet buttery mood into the dark brooding self I was in. "Anything huh? Well I want your Porsche for the next week and ill be driving us to school.", I said.

"Umm okay , yeah nope. Its official you hate me."

"Not really babe, I just despise you enough to keep you with me so that I can annoy you to the end of your thinking capacity which I don't presume is too much.", I said while chuckling.

It was all cracking jokes and dreaming about food for the rest of history and after that we were released from one prison to go to the detention centre. God help me survive this, well atleast I'd have Ryan there, how bad could one detention be. Right?