The Woman of War

Two

I feel like I'm drowning by Two Feet

" You're so plastic and that's tragic

Just for you

I don't know what the hell you gonna do

When your looks start depleting

and your friends all start leaving "

*****

The next hour bell rang, as I sprang from my seat and ran into the hall. I had no reason to, just that little voice in my head was saying "Run." 

I rushed to my next class as I miraculously found it, and took a seat in the farthest back corner. I put my head down as I heard whispers and murmurs of my name when a pair of heels were clicking on the tile floor.

Over the edge of my desk, I saw the black stilettos followed by a pair of tan, toned legs. I lifted my head as I saw a girl with long rich brown hair, emerald eyes, sharp features that seemed to glow as if they were touched by an angel. She was wearing a burgundy, black and white plaid skirt with a matching burgundy shirt.

She wore a glare that was fixed on me before a devious grin slipped across her face "What's your name, newbie?"

"Bella," I bluntly responded as I looked past her at the white board.

She moved so I was looking at her again as she spit at me "Well, Bella, you are in my bags seat."

I raised an eyebrow as I pointed down at the black prada backpack that was draped off her shoulder "That bag?"

"Yeah, this bag," as she brought it for me to see up close and personal.

"Why can't your bag go on the floor, your highness?" as I leaned back, now fully looking at her.

She glared at me some more before gritting through her perfect teeth "Get out of my seat."

I placed my hand on my heart, faking exasperation, "Oh, you mean this seat. The seat you use to hold your knockoff designer backpack that can't even hold any real books," as I switched from dramatics to theatrics "Yeah, no. I'm not moving my ass for that thing," as now I was wearing a glare.

"I wouldn't pull that shit, if I were you," as I felt like I was slowly dripping water on the wicked witch of the west, annoying her with every drop.

I was now standing up, at eye level with her as my inner New Yorkian was slowly coming out of me "Oh yeah, bitch. Why not?"

She was about to spit in my face as her face began to turn a bright shade of tomato red until a deep voice stopped her "Warner, cut it out."

Both of our heads snapped in the direction of the voice, as Ashton was slouching into the room when I noticed Halle slightly push up her boobs as she switched her bitchy voice for a baby voice "But Ash, she wouldn't move for me to sit next to you."

I gagged on the bile that was raising in my throat, as he walked over to both of us. His eyes wandered between her and I before they landed on her as he shrugged his shoulders "Deal with it, your highness."