It took every ounce of strength for Amalea to not kick Dallas right in the balls for embarrassing her right in front of the whole class.
"DALLAS EMERSON ROBERTS! I am going to fucking kill you, you fuc-"
Dallas cut off her obvious threat, walking towards her and lightly brushed his long slender fingers on her face.
"Tsk Tsk Tsk. You know Amalea, you should not be saying such words. It's inappropriate for a princess like you." He smirked when he saw she was becoming angrier by the second.
"Get your dirty fingers off my face before I cut them. Just you wait. Your days are numbered, Roberts." Amalea hissed, ready to bite his fingers.
Dallas ignored the threat and walked towards the door while laughing. Gripping the knob he turned his head to look at her. "Good luck taking that slime off of your hair, Schneider."
***
A girl with pin-straight ash blonde hair and grey eyes, suddenly approached Amalea with a worried look plastered on her face.
"Girl, are you alright?" she asked.
With that question, she snapped back, from her fantasies of killing the one and only Dallas Roberts, to reality and looked at her best friend like she was an idiot.
"Are you an idiot or what? Do I Iook alright to you, Persephone?"
She giggled and scratched the back of her head while looking at her innocently.
"Umm...No? But we should really get out now. You're the center of attention now, girl."
The realization hit Amalea like a truck. Her eyes scanned her snickering classmates, when her. eyes landed on a certain girl. They stared at each other for a while.
Emerald Green to Deep Blue. The two stared at each other as imaginary lightning sparked from their eyes and met in the middle.
"Well, would you look at that. Our little wannabe-princess looks like shit. Do you want some help taking that slime off, Your Highness?" Amanda said in a mocking tone as a smug smile crept into her face.
"No need, Amanda. Besides, you might make your already dirty hands, dirtier and make me look like you. So no thanks, Bitch." she replied. The smile on Amanda's face was replaced with a frown as soon as she heard her reply.
Amanda Beatrice Anderson, sole heir to one of the biggest and successful companies in the country. With middle-length black hair and deep blue eyes and captain of the cheerleader squad. She is considered as one of the beautiful girls in the campus.
"Who are you calling a bitch, you good for nothing, low-grade slut?!" Through gritted teeth, she marched towards Amalea.
An arrogant smile appeared on Amalea's face as she saw the visible anger on Amanda's face. A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist as if telling her to back-off and let it be. But she is Amalea and she wouldn't back-off from a fight she obviously did not start.
"Do you see me talking to anyone besides you? Also, a slut? As far as I can remember I am not the one who's spreading my legs to every male I encounter. Anyways, it's nice talking with you but I gotta go. I have to make myself presentable again. See you later, Amanda!" Waving sarcastically, she walked towards the door. Before exiting the classroom, she turned to look at her and said.
"Oh and Amanda fun fact, If I were one, I know I wouldn't be a good for nothing, low-grade slut like you." Smirking she went out of the classroom, a triumph smile on her face hearing the 'oohs' of her classmates.
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Love At First Food Fight
Storie d'amore"I hate you SO MUCH I could puke." *** Seventeen year old Amalea Schneider has hated Dallas Emerson Roberts' guts ever since they met. But what she didn't understand was why she had fallen for a guy whom she hated so much for the longest time. She...