Miss Queen Bitch

┎4┛Arrogant Bitches

(Let's applaud the beautiful, talented Yandere-Smile for making this gorgeous cover for this book!)

I've dealt with a lot of arrogant bitches recently...

Like Jarrod!

(Just kidding. I love you, bro! Ew. Jake Paul reference.)

Jarrod is single, hit him up, ladies...

HAHAHA I'M KIDDING, I DON'T WANT JARROD TO MURDER ME :P

(And yes, Jarrod, you are not arrogant in any way, don't worry :P)

Okay, let's continue on XD

Anywhore, let's talk about arrogant bitches! (Or sex, whatever you prefer.)

IT'S STORY TIME WITH GABBY GUYSSSSSSSSS

LET'S GET READY!

I was eating my lunch, minding my own business, when suddenly, I hear a sudden gasp from my friend who sits next to me at lunch. A senior, who looks like a high-school dropout whose hobbies are becoming more and more of a crackhead as every single day passes on, stole my friend's tiny weeny train toy thingy. I don't know how to describe it.

Immediately, I rose up from my seat and tried to get it back from the senior, which was extremely ignorant of me to do.

He started to yell at me,

"Who the fuck do you think you are!" For one, mother fucking fake-ass hoe, who do you think YOU are? You stole her fucking belongings! I don't care if you were playing or not, you don't snap at me just because I was defending my friend! Fight me, bitch. (Actually, please don't, I have enough anxiety from you.)

"You will never attempt and grab things from my hands ever again!" This is where I gulped and started to get truly scared. He held a fist up to me, guys. And you don't understand. He's an extremely tough guy, and he's in a MILITARY PROGRAM. I was scared shitless.

I tried to remain (or at least look) calm, at least.

I don't remember what else he yelled at me, but I do think he yelled at me for five minutes. At least it felt like five...

He had a tremendous impact on me if I am being honest.

Call me a pussy. Go ahead, I don't care. Judge me if you want, I'll allow you to because that's what I was being - a pussy.

When I walked away from him, I sat down at my lunch table and looked at my friends. L, who we will call her 'L' for privacy purposes, was looking at me with wide eyes.

"Shit, even I stopped for a second, girl," she said. L, the one who constantly fights guys and girls, the one who is tough as shit and doesn't allow anyone to disrespect her.

The friend, who I will call F, also for privacy purposes, had a similar reaction. I don't know if she fights a lot, though. (She needs to break up with her boyfriend honestly. He doesn't treat her right and he's a petty asshole.)

L had asked me if I was okay. I was definitely not okay. I was about to cry and I was almost shaking, and I felt sick; my anxiety was filling up my stomach. Somehow, I managed to make it to my homeroom without throwing up. (In my high school, we have homeroom after lunch to get everybody on the same schedule again after lunch. By the time homeroom has ended, everybody has had lunch and homeroom already and all the students are on the same schedule.)