Fight

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I have been studying for three hours straight. After a while, Katy (aka bitchy roommate) comes in with her chemically straightened hair and her perfectly built boyfriend on her arm. I wonder if she knows that he only wants her for her tits and her ass. Probably not, considering that she only wants him for his rich lifestyle.

"Can you turn your hideous screaming down, I am trying to paint my nails, and I can't consentrate!" Kate said harshly, as she covered her ears and pretended to grimace.

"How much concentration does it take to repaint your nails? And if you had more than three brain cells that haven't been fucked up by inhaling makeup fumes, then you might be able tell that it isn't hideous screaming, it's Aerosmith"

I immediately regretted saying that. I know that I've started something that I can't finish, and I can see her expression get angrier by the second.

"Are you calling me stupid? Because I am not stupid. I got a b average to get into this school! Does that make me stupid?" She screeched.

"No, I an calling you shallow and bitchy and conceited and fake and stupid! And you know what? Everybody knows that the only reason that you even got into this school is because your rich old daddy bought you in! You have never worked a day in your life, your dad does everything for you! I bet that you've never washed the dishes or vacuumed or even made dinner once in your life! And your boyfriend, guess what? he only likes you for your $30,000 boob job!" I screamed angrily. I don't usually explode like this without being shouted at beforehand, but I have had enough of her conceitedness.

By now, people were starting to come out of their rooms into the hallway to see what was going on, and Kate looks absolutely taken aback. She has obviously never been spoken too like this in her life.

"Just because you can't get a guy... and you are so damn obsessed with Mr. Batch" she muttered.

"Wait, what?" I asked, astonished that she had guessed.

"That's right. everybody knows. Mr. Batch knows, all of the teachers know, your only damn friend knows, everybody knows.

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