Chapter 3

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Scarlett's P.O.V

I follow Nuria into the classroom yelling her name, when I see that girl Briget I'm going go give her hell for hurting Nuria. I just hope Nuria dosent go all killer machine and beat the crap out of the writer of the note.

She goes straight to the person that most likely wrote the note, James. If you looked up "How to be an asshole, jerk, and bitch all the time" anywhere, you would see a follow-up on James' whole life. Nuria marches straight up to him and puts the note in his face, "Did you write this???" She half asks, half yells at him.

He smiles and says, "Sure did, what are you going to do? Hit me?" Asshole alert.

She tosses the paper away and pulls him up to where he's standing by the collar of his shirt, funny thing is, James is 1/2 an inch shorter than Nuria. Nuria and I are about the name height. "Listen here, you try and pull this off again, and I'm not going to be as forgiving." She hisses, the rage clearly evident in her voice.

I swear, his eyes were showing fear at that moment. It made me want to whip my phone out and take a picture. I grin and someone from James' crew, Adam came up to me and threatened, "Something funny little girl?"

I simply stated, "Please get out of my face before I loose it."

He sneers, it makes him look even funnier and my grin widens. "What, your going to give me cooties?"

"No... But would you like a small example on what I will do?" I reply, I'm trying to give him the chance to back away.

"Bring it on." He dares, spreading his hands.

"If you wish, I'll give you a small taste." I say before I open my hand and palm him straight abdomen, making lose his breath and punching right between the eyes before he could react at all. "Now, would you like me to continue, or are you finished?" I ask as he looks at me with watery eyes and clutching his stomach. I can help but laugh. "I guess your done." Nuria and I walk back to our seats in the back of the class, I get the corner and she takes the seat next to me. The teacher walks in, not suspecting a thing.

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