What's a Girl Gotta Do?

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Pria's POV

"Pria, what the fuck do I look like?" There was no time to answer before her smoothie came flying towards my face.

The little strawberry and mango chunks that weren't caught by the blender were now in my hair and sliding down. I was met with the steel that lied within Marley's silver eyes and a tight little frown. Her arms were crossed, covering what was barely a piece of clothing.

She stood leaning to the side, making sure her hip was popped practically out of its place. The skirt that she wore over her bikini bottoms flowed and moved with the gushing winds. Her steeled grey eyes were squinted in my direction with the most devilish glare.

I rolled my eyes. I was done being run by this girl. She thinks that my fate was sealed since the first day she started tormenting me. Like hell it is.

I stepped closer too her, causing her stance to shift. She was taken aback by my courage, the reaction I wanted. I crossed my arms and tried to mimic her pose as well as I could and squinted my eyes.

"Like shit."

The sudden deepness in my tone made her lips part and her once squinted eyes to widen. She quickly replaced her incredulity with a smirk and replied with a sly, snake-like intention.

"Don't try to make your sad, little, pathetic life more interesting with a vote of confidence. Where was that the other times? The time where I stole your clothes from the locker room, those tears were your confidence?"

Her words felt like she just jabbed a huge knife into my stomach. I remember that day. When I came out of the locker room in just a towel, the whole student body was waiting for me and the show that Marley promised. She ripped the towel from my body and took my hands behind my back.

I tried to fight her off but her strong grip held on like her life depended on it. Tears started to immediately rush down my face as there was nothing I could do but sit there until they got bored.

People still have pictures to this day, even though it's a graduation pool party and the immaturity of high school should've left their conscious. I hoped that that's what happened after a few weeks of the incident because otherwise, my life would be ruined.

I can't let that moment tear me down anymore. If I want her to leave me alone, the best way I'll do it is if I fight back. "You know, Marley. You're being a little sour today and I know just how to solve that problem!"

I wiped off a little bit of her smoothie that she dumped on me and flicked it onto her face. It hits one of her widened eyes, sticking right in the middle of her cornea. I back away from her slowly rising temper and watch as she starts throwing a hissy fit.

Before anyone else at the party knew what was going on, there were mango and strawberry flavored tears streaming down her affected eye and her mascara coating them. Her friend or side kick Quinn rushed you her rescue with napkins and a scold for me.

With the help from Quinn, she was back on her feet and ready to get back and me with whatever she had planned. I saw the look in her now clear eyes that had brought fear to me for years.

She marched up to where the Dj and projector screen and snatched the mic from its stand. The feedback from the microphone silenced the music and the voices throughout the party.

"Hello everyone! How's everyone feeling today?!" All my classmates cheered and screamed in response.

"It's been an honor being your classmate and most of your friends. I wanted to thank you all for this amazing senior year! I've learned a lot from you people and I wanted to repay you all for making me feel special." What the hell is she up to?