"Principal, I have an idea! Call a school-wide assembly. Make this little tramp apologize in front of every single student! Kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. Let every girl with wandering eyes get a good look at what happens!"
William hesitated. "Isn't that a bit much?"
"How is it too much?" Delia's voice climbed to a shrill pitch. "My son placed first in the citywide mock exams. He's the pride of this school! If we don't deal with girls like her, every tramp on campus will think she can throw herself at him!"
William nodded, about to speak, when Delia reached over and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
I caught her wrist and twisted. Hard.
"Ahh!" She cried out, the color draining from her face.
"I can walk on my own."
I shook free of her grip and looked at her calmly.
Delia clutched her wrist, my stare forcing her back half a step. The curse on the tip of her tongue died before it left her mouth.
She hadn't expected me to fight back. She definitely hadn't expected me to be that strong.
In the hallway, she walked ahead of me, throwing glares over her shoulder every few seconds, her mouth running the whole time. "Shameless little tramp. Homewrecking fox. Born trash!"
I stopped walking.