Veins of Desire

Evie’s POV “Well if it isn’t little miss needy” The sound of my bully’s voice snapped me out of my head, my body came to a halt. I looked to my left towards the shrilling voice sitting on a wooden bench I saw her, Florence Whitmore surrounded by her minions Clara Sinclair, Matilda Sterling, and Eleanor Evergreen. I rolled my eyes not in the mood to entertain her stupid antics, sending a quick disgusted look towards her. I turned my head forward facing the footpath in front of me, two steps into my previous journey Florence noticing my disinterest in her had to send another taunt. “Why are you still here? You don’t belong here” Florence sneered with a hard look, once finished speaking her followers started snickering, sounding like a pack of hyenas. Not being able to bite my tongue any longer, I send a remark of my own. “If I don’t belong here then what am I doing here? Huh?” I shot back with a grin, walking closer towards the group of skanks with my suitcase in-tow. “The school year hasn’t even started yet and you’re already obsessed with me” I taunted with a mocking pout on my face. Florence let out a scoff so hard it looked like it hurt her, standing up from her sitting position she walked towards me till we were at arm’s length. Seething through her nose and mouth, Florence stared me down with hatred. “Nobody’s obsessed or likes you” Florence spoke in a way one would with a child learning to talk. “There is no place in this school for people such as yourself” Florence spat through her teeth. Florence statement was referring to me attending the school on a scholarship while the other students have full paid tuition, the scholarship in question at Grimwood Academy was only offered to one student every year. “I belong here more than you” I spat with certainty, holding contact with the taller girl squaring up my shoulders. “I got here purely on my smarts, your dad had to pay extra just to get you in” I teased with a laugh. Florence let out a growl one that could rival a dog, she lifted her left hand swiftly before striking me on the cheek. My head swung to the side facing the opposite direction. The impact of the slap made a loud smacking sound catching the attention of the teens around us in the courtyard, gasps can be heard from who, I don’t know, the only thing I can feel and hear was the blood boiling inside of me. Classic Florence, can dish it out but can’t take it when someone gives it right back. Florence dropped her hand back to her side satisfied with her attack, letting out a hum of approval with her demonstration of dominance she turned on her heel returning back to her squad. Florence was ignorant to the fact that I wasn’t done. I looked around around me and what I saw was my peers watching us, looking back at Florence’s retreating form I can see her ponytail swaying back and forth. The motion of her hair ignited my primal instinct, like a bull to a swaying red flag. I dropped my bags to ground and launched my body forward towards Florence, grabbing her ponytail with both hands I pulled her back. Florence let out a squeal of surprise while stumbling to the floor due to losing her footing. Once on the ground I sat on top of her torso pinning her down. My first hit was a slap to the cheek, the second a punch to the mouth causing Florence’s upper lip to bleed. Florence managed to grab both my wrists in each of her hands, with both of my wrists secured in her grip she rolled us over. Florence was now on top but due to my struggle to release myself she couldn’t do any physical damage, only scream in my face with drops of spit and blood hitting me. Florence’s squad stood around clueless unsure of what to do in the situation, our peers created a circle around us cheering on the fight happening before their eyes. In my peripheral view I can see three teaches pushing through the teens, the teaches looked to be from the history department with the head of said department leading, Mr Black. Focusing on Florence who was still on top of me, I yanked my right arm back hard enough for her hand to loose grip. I swung my arm around with force aiming for her face, the hit landed on her left cheek bone sending her off of me to the floor. The teaches finally reached us. Mr Black made quick work lifting me off the ground and moved to grab both my arms just above my elbows from behind, holding me in place from making anymore advances towards Florence. The female teacher kneeled on the ground next to Florence whom was still laying on the ground, from where I was standing I can hear her whimpering trying to answer the questions the female history teacher was trying to ask her. The third teacher who was another male was addressing the crowd of teens, calling for them to go about their day and that there was nothing to see. With the crowd leaving, Florence’s group joining with it. I took a second to scan the scene in front of me, my bags on the ground in the dirt, the teaches doing their own form of damage control and then I looked up at the building where I can feel a gaze burning into the side of my head. I saw the headmaster looking down from his office window on the Forth floor, the second I locked our eyes he turned away while shaking his head, moving further into his office and out of view. “Come on Let’s Go” Mr Black grumbled pushing me towards the building.