What's a Girl Gotta Do?

bumblebee

Bee's POV

The halls never looked more boring. I mean sure, our school colors are grey and black but at least the students made up for it.

Everyone's at the pep rally on the football field which I decided to skip. Who the fuck wants to sit around people they don't like? God, this school has the worst students imaginable.

The paint on the walls is like the fifth coat after these dumb ass, testosterone-crazed, idiot boys vandalized it with phallic drawings. Those same idiots call me bumblebee. It sounds cute right?

It's not. I made an impulsive decision to go to prom last year, and Genevieve, the bitch I hate, doused me in fucking organic honeycomb. I was picking beeswax out of my hair for days. Now, this bitch has made it her mission to make my life was a shitshow and I have to say she was pretty good at it.

I never knew when she'd strike, so I could never prepare myself. Then again, what could I do? Three against one doesn't necessarily look fair now does it?

I hear rythmic click clacking of heels and I already know who it is. I stop walking and sighed. "Where's the honey?" I turned around and was met with her fist in my face.

The impact threw my head and I lost my balance. Genevieve stood above me with the other two behind her. Her arms were crossed and her skin was burning. She was pissed.

"You slept with my boyfriend, you slut?"

I rolled my eyes. So I'm the one who's in trouble for cheater ass boyfriend. What the fuck. "That's what he told you? He slept with some slut and blamed it on me? I don't even-"

"Save the lame ass excuse for someone who cares,"

She got on her knees, which was rare unless it was for a guy, and threw a hit to right side of my jaw. "Seriously, what is the point of this?" She punched me again and again until I lost count. At first they felt like nothing, but once she was throwing blows on forming bruises the pain grew.

After a while, she got tired since her punches barely had an affect on me. She stood above me as I rolled over. My reflection was seen on the newly cleaned floor and I saw the condition my face was in. My nose was bleeding from the first punch and my cheekbones were swollen. The only reason it may have looked bad is because my nose bleed blood was everywhere.

I tried to sit up but she had her two minions push me back down. "Bailey, scissors." My expression changed and she smirked, knowing I just gave her the satisfaction of me being scared. Bailey pulled out these huge kitchen scissors and handed them to Genevieve.

"What are you going to do with them?" Hadley spoke quietly. I could tell she was scared of Genevieve herself since she didn't exactly know what she was capable of. It's funny, really.

Hadley was a good girl. She used to be my friend and she was sweet. Imagine my surprise when she cut ties with me and started hanging out with Genevieve. I knew something was up from then on. "Don't ask questions, just do."

Hadley nodded timidly and stepped back. "We gotta hurry up, the students should be heading back now." Bailey informs Genevieve.

She fits the scissors on her hand and starts cutting up the center of my shirt. "What the hell are you doing?" I look at her frantically, but the smirk never leaves her lips. Nor does a word.

When she got to my bra, she cut it with ease and continued up to my collar. She made the last cut and smiled. That right there, made me realize that she was obviously mentally ill. Some type of sociopath or something. The only question is, what did I get to deserve this?