“Still feel superior, princess?” she whispered mockingly.
I spat blood on her shoes. “Still feel insecure, b***h?”
Three more slaps came in quick succession. My ears rang. My face burned. But I refused to make a sound. If she wanted to break me, she'd have to do a hell of a lot more than slap me like a bratty child.
“You’re pathetic,” she hissed, out of breath, her hand trembling from how hard she hit me.
“And yet, I’m still standing,” I said with a crooked grin, blood dribbling down my chin.
That did it.
“Get her!” she screamed.
Ten girls lunged.
I tried to fight. Kicked. Elbowed. Bit someone—I don’t even know who—but there were too many of them. Fists rained down on me. My scalp burned as someone yanked at my hair. Knees crashed into my ribs. I went down hard, knees hitting cold
