Raven POV
Fuck me. Why was it the same bullshit? Cheerleaders thinking they were hot stuff, thinking they were untouchable because they could do a few f*****g tricks and flips? In the real world, none of that s**t mattered. A corporation wasn't going to look at somebody's resume and think, Oh god, I've always needed a secretary that can do backflips on command.
“Slut,” the cheerleader hissed, her eyes glinting with maliciousness
What the f**k did she just say?
She tried to run and walk away, but I would be damned if I would simply just suffer this humiliation without retaliating.
She didn’t get very far. I moved, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her head against the table as she struggled weakly in my grasp. I was beyond pissed. The cafeteria went silent as students gaped at m
