(Lol it's cool. I made her so that people wouldn't like her.)
Phoebe let out a shriek, falling to the floor for dramatic effect. She knew how to be the bitch, but she also knew hos to play the victim. Tears welled in her eyes and poured over. "Why would you do that?" She cried. "I'm just trying to make friends!" She made sure she was loud enough for others in the cafeteria to hear.
(I don't think so.)
"I don't care," Zanna snarled.
Artemis sat back. "Yep, she's a b*tch like I thought. Why did I try?" She muttered.
The guards noticed the commotion and began to run towards Zanna, "SH*T!"
Zanna leapt over the table and crowds of students as she ran from the guards and out of the cafeteria.
Phoebe picked herself and sat back down like a civilized lady. She gently patted away her tears. "I can't wait to get out of here." She murmured to herself.
"Well good luck cus I ain't helping you twit."
The guards chasing after Zanna finally caught her and dragged her back through the cafeteria. While being dragged she waved to Sacia and Artemis while giving a middle finger to the b*tch girl. One of the guards slapped her. They dragged her to private room before scolding her. First offense, she was getting off easy.
Artemis waved back.
She rolled her eyes, then winced slightly. "I wasn't speaking to you. By the way, your grammar is terrible. Did you drop out of school in sixth grade or something?"
"Nope, just like to. It's more fun. Especially when your parents are snobs and that kind of thing."
"At least you have both of your parents. I'm just stuck with my father." She picked at her nails.
Zanna laughed, "Is that all you got f*ckers?"
The guards then proceeded to beat her. Zanna being the fighter she was actually fighting back. In the end she lost and ended up with multiple injuries before being thrown back into her dorm rooms. They tied Zanna to her bad and closed the door behind her. She heard a voice laugh, "I hope you're comfortable because you won't be leaving for a while!"
She shouted at the guard, "Die in Hell f*cker!"
Given the fact they weren't coming back means they hadn't heard her.
Paige just sat there silently, not wanting to get beaten up like Vaughn. She leaned her elbow against the table, glaring at the new girl. Piece of sh** f**ing stupid b **tch
“Arguing isn’t helping,” Vaughn mumbled, grey eyes shifting between Phoebe and Artemis. He raged a hand through his hair the strands slipping out of place. He glanced over at Paige with a tight frown before going back to staring at his hands, which were folded on the table.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking. Just have a giant bruise for a couple weeks." Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Thank you." She said to the male. "I didn't come here to argue, believe it not. Phoebe." She held out her hand towards him and smiled.
Vaughn glanced at Phoebe’s hand skeptically for a moment before taking it, shaking her hand. “Vaughn,” he responded, foot tapping on the floor.
"And I'm the b*tch that's going to eventually break your nose for messing with my friend like that," Sacia suddenly spoke up sweetly. She'd been sitting quietly, letting her anger grow.
(yup I'm back)
(OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH SNAP!)
"Nice to meet you Vaughn." She withdrew her hand. She scoffed. "Messed with her? She's the one who punched me. She's the one who can't control her anger. If anything, she's the one who messed with me, just like you're messing with me right now. You all are so violent. Have you ever stopped and thought that there's a better way at handling the situation than throwing a fist?"
"What, the better way being," Sacia growled, "manipulation, b*tching, and being a nuisance? You literally made a scene. It was disgusting. And you're proud of that?"
"I wouldn't have had to make a scene if she hadn't thrown a punch. It's not my fault she gets so easily riled up. She played her game, so I played mine. Only thing, I'm much better at playing." She smiled.
"And you're so proud of that," Sacia laughed, her hands clenching. "God, I just want to smack that smug smile off your face."
"Why wouldn't I proud? Gang leaders are proud when they kill those that have wronged them. Cheaters are proud when they get away with it. Rapists are proud that they've caught their victims. Same with murderers. So why shouldn't I be proud of being a manipulative bitch. It's not like I'm forcing anyone to go jump off a cliff."
Sacia rolled her eyes. "Damn, you're edgy." She raised her voice, taking on a nasally, high pitched whine. "Oooh, I'm Phoebe, I'm a manipulative b*tch, I like pretty little liars and riverdale, I'm perfect." She rolled her eyes, giggling, "That's so pathetic."
(no disrespect to those shows lol)
She rolled her eyes. "Could you get anymore childish? Acting like a little bitch just makes me look better, just hope you know that." She informed her. "You're acting like the cliche bad bitch out of a novel."