The Bully And The Beast.

Her steps were light, unhesitant, and stylish while walking on the lengthy school hallway, but it was deserted—not a single soul could be seen nearby except for the two girls. They were both leaning against the wall, one chewing a gum noisily, while the other seemed engrossed In ogling at the screen of her cellphone. Then again, they paused, afterward glanced at her. A smile crept up Sally's lips. “You're late again, Savannah” She didn't respond, instead took a turn and went into a classroom. Immediately she pushed the door open, all eyes fell sharply at her—eyes filled with unhidden fear, hate, and resentment. In the classroom, was a lecture, who seemed fearful once Savannah began strolling wordlessly to her seat. Savannah West is feared to the extent that even teachers are tongue-tied whenever she appears before them. The lingering aura of superiority was felt by everyone in the classroom, with their eyes watching her walk towards a seat. Sally and Molly bounced carelessly in subsequently. “Hey, teach!” Molly grinned tauntingly at the teacher, who gulped down nothingness. Again, he watched them wander further to the classroom, without attempting to scold them for coming late to class. “Who the f×ck do you think you are? Seating your f*cking ass on my chair!” a loud, intimidating growl erupted from Savannah's lips. Both Sally and Molly hurried to her then smirked widely once their eyes landed on a male student their age—he had the appearance of a nerd due to the large glasses he wore—the metal braces—a face filled with acne; one could easily deduce he's a push over. What irked Savannah immensely was his lack of tension. Here she stood towering dangerously over him, yet he remained glued to the seat—her seat! Everyone in Queens High is aware that Savannah owns that particular chair, then why is a nerd trying to act corny? “Dude! You deaf or what?” Sally scrawled nastily from behind. Sally Hall and Molly Hall can be best described as the best friends of Savannah—they're ruthless in words but not as brutal, fearless and nonchalant as Savannah. “It seems like he wants to die,” Molly snickered from behind. By now the entire class, the teacher inclusive, found it undeniably hard to stop staring at the ongoing scene. Everyone held their breaths, all aware of what's about to happen next. Meanwhile, he remained unresponsive and acted oblivious to Savannah's presence. “Don't f×ck with me, b***h. The seat's mine. F×ck off!” she yelled, punching the desk aggressively—the wood broke instantly. Fear flashed through his eyes, yet, for some reason best known to himself, he didn't attempt to leave. Grayson lifted his eyes to glance at an obviously furious Savannah—he couldn't deny that she's the true enshrinement of the word beauty, and he wonders why she's a bully. “Why should I leave? I came here first, y'know!” He retorted and scoffed haughtily. Literally, everyone present gasped, stunned by his sassy. Some thought he's a new student, but that wasn't the case—Grayson Lockwood is a spoiled brat from a wealthy family. A nerd yet a lover of woman, callous, scheming and quite irritable. For some reason, he's targeted Savannah. In the next instant, her hand went for his neck. Her fingers encircled his throat quickly, then she tightened her grip insanely on it. “Miss West!” the teacher yelled, shockingly, from behind. Savannah ignored him before lifting Grayson upwards with just a single hand! She flung him recklessly aside, and he landed pretty roughly on the floor. His back had met the metal wall, so basically he was in pain. Grayson winced painstakingly, but that wasn't the end. Marching towards him, Savannah glared irritatingly at Grayson. She sent a hard kick his way, sending jolts of pains through his veins. Grayson shrieked in pain, then again she continued stomping, kicking and marching him simultaneously. She felt unsatisfied, then lowered herself on his belly. Heavy and countless punches were sent to his face, rearranging his teeth, and giving free access for blood to run down his lips and nose. Sally and Molly were smirking happily, while the rest watched with horror. Savannah didn't relent in her violent ways—she intended to send him to the afterlife, but Molly fortunately intervened. “Enough Anna!” Molly grabbed hold of her right arm. With great strength, she pulled her away. Then again, blinded by rage, Savannah unmindfully slapped Molly. Surprisingly, Molly's cheek bled immediately since… Savannah's fingernails were oddly elongated—she had claws! “What the f×ck was that?” “Were those… Claws?” “The f·ck! I said it. No human could be this wicked!” “She's a witch?” While the comments grew louder, Molly was dumbfounded. “Anna?” she whimpered unbelievably, now gaping at Savannah's bloody hands; her fingers were practically claws. Likewise, Savannah was in a state of disbelief. Instinctively, she rushed out of there, heading out without an aim. “What the hell is wrong with Savannah!” Sally blurted huskily. Molly went after her, then Sally did simultaneously. The class was now filled with different whispers and, funnily, Grayson wasn't talked about. But he laid there motionless with a bloody face and some broken bones. The pain he's feeling was indescribable yet, he felt bliss. Some might wonder why a fragile person like himself would piss a lethal bully like Savannah, but he knows his cause. Now…he has a reason to finish her off; he'll be the one to curb Queens High of her fiend. ‘Savannah West be ready’ *************** She kept walking as fast as possible, with no certain destination in mind—all she wanted to do at that moment was get the hell away from people. She considered leaving school, then again Savannah despises the voices of people. So, she ultimately ended up in an abandoned classroom at the far end of the hallway. There, she let out a massive sigh. Her back kissed the wall since she leaned continuously on it with her eyes gaping at her lengthy claws in disbelief; what the f**k is happening to her? Something like this had never occurred to her before, so she couldn't help but shiver in fear. “What…am I turning into?” she hushed fearfully, then her eyebrows curved inquiringly once the claws withdrew back in—her finger nails returned to their normal length. Yet, Savannah was highly apprehensive. In that state of nervousness, the door creaked open, and Molly rushed in, followed by Sally. Savannah didn't seem fazed by their entrance—she assumed they'll chase after her. “Anna, are you okay?” Molly asked worriedly as she stood in front of Savannah, who wore a nonchalant countenance. Although she's as confused, and worried as they, Savannah feels too high to share her troubles with others. It's a tendency she's developed over the past years. “Savannah?” Sally called due to her lack of response. Slowly she glared disgustingly at them then stood up straight. “You all keep making noise. Stop it!” she stated coldly. The two sisters weren't amazed by her unfriendliness towards them—she acts this way, yet they stick closely to her. Weird isn't it! While Sally tched annoyingly, Molly closed the gap between herself and Savannah. She attempted to touch her arm, but a low growl stopped her. Molly was perplexed. Did… Savannah practically growl at her? Like…an actual growl from a wolf? Staring at her more intensely, Molly caught a glimpse of Savannah's teeth—she had fangs. “You have fangs?” Molly muttered only to get shot a lethal glare from Savannah. “You're just seeing that now? Come on sis” Sally scoffed from behind. Expectantly, Savannah grew vexed by their presence. “This isn't going to be the first time I'm saying this to you, two. Stay the f**k away from me! You're free to stick around when we're in public, but in private, stay the f**k away from me!” Savannah said threateningly to them. Afterward, she walked out, heading to God knows where. Despite her frightful warning, Molly felt so reluctant; she's truly concerned about Savannah, can't she notice it already? She balled her fist, seemingly angry, and Sally glanced at her. Sally heaved heavily as she placed a hand on Molly's shoulder. “Don't bother yourself about Savannah; she doesn't want friends, okay? Don't force yourself on her” Sally advised gently. Molly looked at her sister with teary eyes. “But….it doesn't feel right, Sally! I love Savannah's personality, it won't be a goddamn crime to befriend her, right? I mean, asides from being a bully, she's a good person”. “That's your thoughts' sis. She doesn't want any friends”. “But why? I'm worried about her. Recently, she looks so different. Today's not the first day she's grown claws—I occasionally see it, and…those fangs aren't normal. Fur recently emerged on her arms, legs and…” “Enough!” Sally sliced through her words. The two sisters maintained eye contact for a while before Sally held Molly's hand. “Don't concern yourself too much about Savannah; her life's not ours. Now, let's go get your cheek treated” Sally began pulling her out, yet Molly kept thinking about Savannah. She keeps having a nagging feeling that Savannah genuinely isn't a human; aside from her freakish strength, some other factors successfully made her think this way. ‘Perhaps…she's a…no! That's ridiculous!' Molly sharply canceled that thought. “They don't exist, so there's not a chance Savannah is one.”