The Skater Girls

Sorry Not Sorry!

Girl above stars as Zoey

Jordan's P.O.V

"No no, I think you're wrong. You're the only dumb ass bitch there is...And you wonder why you failed last semester!" Michelle barked viciously.

Oh no she didn't!

The loud shouts of people telling us to fight erupted through the whole skatepark. Michelle and I were circling around each other, giving disgusted glances as we spat rude comments through the air. My diamond hoop earrings were tucked in my purse and my high heels were on the bench behind Michelle.

Michelle's long, dark hair was tied up in a messy bun and her boots were aside with mine. She couldn't afford diamond earrings...But her cheap studs were in some strangers hand.

"Bitch please, I didn't fail nothing. But you," I scoffed and laughed at her..."You fail in life."

"Oh really...Spell conceive," she ordered smirking.

That's easy I read it in a book once...Oh no wait I don't read...Shit!
I wasn't about to lose!

"Conceive...C-o-n-v-i-n-c-e," I answered smiling at her.

I saw Michelle's expression change into a really evil grin, then all of a sudden the crowd burst out into laughter and I realised I had spelt it wrong.

Fuck!

Michelle stepped towards me, screwing me with her big, green eyes.
"That's funny, I thought someone like you would be able to spell conceive," she shrugged nonchalantly - "seeing as your the one most likely to conceive first."

I didn't understand what the word actually meant so I just stood there looking like an idiot. Then someone in the crowd shouted out the word I HATE being called. "WHORE!" More laughs were thrown in my direction.

My eyes started to fill with tears, but I hid them enough so that Michelle couldn't see them. I wasn't going to stand there and cry like a baby.
Even though Michelle hadn't actually called me a whore, she still made me look like a fool. She was dead!

"You bitch!" I scowled slapping her cheek with all my might. She staggered back with her other hand on her cheek. The people watching us were suddenly a little more quiet and I knew that what I had started wasn't going to end well...

With a sudden movement Michelle had me on the floor and she was laying punches to my face...I could feel blood trickling down my nose and I couldn't stop myself from crying out in pain. The shouts from the crowd were too loud and with one more slap across the face I couldn't hear them anymore.

You gotta keep going!

Gotta get up and try, try, try...

I gained all my energy and turned myself over so that now I was on top of Michelle. I still couldn't hear, and my face was hurting like hell; but I managed to lay the same amount of punches she gave me, with a few scratches here and there.

5 minutes went, with me and Michelle fumbling on top of each other hitting and pulling hair, scratching and screaming. For me everything was slow and silent. I couldn't even hear myself yelling anymore. That didn't stop me from fighting though.

This is my fight! I will win this! I have to!

Danielle's P.O.V

After what seemed like ages of barging past shouting skaters and annoying assholes making stupid noises, I came to a halt when I saw both Michelle and Jordan fighting viciously on the floor. My eyes widened as I spotted blood and blonde, brown hair on the floor in fur balls.