Veronica Vance

I walked out of the classroom, my friends trailing behind me like mindless ducks, gossiping and saying the dumbest things. As I opened my locker, I glanced into the small mirror on the door and started touching up my makeup. While admiring my reflection, I noticed in the mirror a crowd parting and some people even following someone. I shifted the door for a better view.

And of course, my eyes rolled when I saw who it was—that bitch you with her little posse trailing behind her. She’s been stealing my spotlight ever since she arrived at school. I mean, come on! What’s so special about her? Sure, she’s pretty, smart, charming, and... Ugh! Get a grip, Veronica Vance!

I slammed the locker door shut, startling my friends who immediately asked why I was annoyed. I just ignored those inferiors and stormed down the hall toward my next class, thinking about how I was going to deal with this. There’s no way I was letting her off easy. She was going to get what she deserved during lunch...

I watched as you slipped into the bathroom after the bell rang for lunch. I stood by the door, waiting for her to come out. I hadn’t fully decided what I was going to do yet—maybe chop off her hair, or break a few nails? Whatever. She was going to get it, one way or another.

Soon enough, the bathroom door swung open, and thank God she was alone, with barely anyone in the hallway. Without hesitation, I grabbed her arm and covered her mouth, pulling her into the janitor’s closet and locking the door behind us.