The Devils King

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I made sure to take my more... unoticable car. I knew pulling up in a bright red BMW would just yell attention. I wanted to avoid that. So I drove my small black mercedes. It may have still gained attention, but certainly not as much as the BMW would.

It was a bigger school than the academy, probably because there were more people attending the school. It kind of made me feel like I had more of a chance at finding friends.

On a large billboard type sign, it read:

"Welcome back Fairhope Cobras! Football and cheer tryouts will be held at the football field right aftet school! Speak with Coach Dalton for more details."

I smiled. That would be a way to make friends wouldn't it? And I was on the cheer squad at my old school so... It's a good idea right?

I then frown remembering what happened at the last school...

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"Ready girls?! One, two, three!" Me and three other girls lift up Amaya. She smiled and held up her fists into the air, then kicked and placed her hands on her hips.

I grew angrier the happier she got. She stole my man away from me and just laughed in my face. I had always tried being nice to her since she was on the squad but that never seemed to stop her from taking my things.

She had no clue who she was messing with either. I was Madolyn fucking McArthur. I had more money than what her parents and house were worth. I could snap my fingers and she would be gone.

But that was too easy.

It wasn't me making her fall. But instead it was someone else doing my dirty work. But no... I wanted to be the one to make her fall...

Literally...

I glared at her from below.

I wasn't going to let her take everything from me... unless I took everything from her.

I faked a step, and dropped her foot, slipping backwards and falling on my wrist, pushing all my weight on it until I hear a tiny crack. It hurt, but I knew if I wanted to pull this off, I had to make it real.

I watched Amaya fall to the gym floor, screaming as she fell backwards onto the hard, back breaking ground.

She landing directly on her back, and a large snap echoed around the room. I shouted out a cry, and a few girls crowded around me, the others around Amaya.

I glanced over, and saw her struggling to breath.

And all I did was smirk.

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I shake my head and rub my temples. I was disappointed in who I was. In the things I did. It wasn't right. None of it. I shouldn't have done that to her, I shouldn't have done anything. Me and that boy who I don't even remember the name of had broken up... I had no right... None at all...