I tried to ignore Tiffany, but she wouldn't let up. She kept taunting me, her voice dripping with malice."You think you can steal him away from me? You're just a pathetic little scholarship girl," she sneered.I kept my eyes down, focusing on my notes. But she wouldn't let me be."Hey," she said, her voice laced with venom. "I'm talking to you."I felt a surge of anger, but I tried to keep my cool. "Tiffany, leave me alone."But she just laughed. "Oh, so you've learnt how to talk? You think you're so much better than me? You think you can just waltz in here and steal everything I want?"I stood up, my heart pounding. "I don't want anything from you, Tiffany. Least of all, your boyfriend."But she just smiled. "We'll see about that.""So can you just let me focus on reading, slut?" I said looking her deep in the eye.And then, out of nowhere, she slapped me. Hard.My cheek stung, and I felt a wave of shock wash over me. But then, something inside me snapped."You want to play it that way?" I said, my voice low and even. "Fine."And with that, I slapped her back.The room fell silent, and all eyes were on us. But I didn't care. I was tired of being pushed around, tired of being ridiculed."You want to destroy me, Tiffany?" I said, my voice rising. "Bring it on."Tiffany's eyes widened in shock, but then she smiled. "Oh, this is going to be fun.".IG: sweetpearl2024 Facebook: Sweet Pearl#1