Shelby glared at me through the reflection in the bathroom mirror. She had her arms crossed and her eyes were narrowed to two slits. "I told you," She said. "He's mine. Didn't I already tell you that?"

Yeah fucking right.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I stifled a laugh. "He's not yours. He's not a toy you can play around with and own, Shelly".

"Shelby," She corrected, like I cared.

"Right. It's pretty hard to know if you're telling the truth or not. I mean, you lie all the freaking time," I said. I turned on the faucet in the sink and let the cool water run over my hands, wanting something to be doing to distract me from Shelby's ugly face.

She ignored my comment. "I'll say this again," She said, coming towards me, venom dripping from her tone. "Kevin is mine. Not yours. So, stay the fuck away from him".

"Ha ha ha," I snorted, turning to face her. By that point she was so close I could smell the stuffy perfume she was wearing. "Yours. Funny. You almost had me there".

"Back off," She almost growled, coming even closer. It felt like she was staring into my soul. "If you don't, I swear I'm gonna make you wish you were never born".

Ha.

"First of all," I snickered. "You need to get off your high horse. Second…you need to get the hell out of my face before I break yours".

I smiled and that was it. She went off like a bomb and attacked me. I was pushed up against the wall and a hand was enclosed around my throat.

"Bitch," Shelby growled through bared teeth. "Listen"—she tightened her hand around my neck even more and I struggled to breathe, gasping, clawing at her hand— "And listen good: Kevin is mine. Mine! Not yours". She started laughing in my face, her eyes empty and evil as she looked at me. "Have you seen the way the guy looks at me? I mean, it's obvious that he wants me and not you. It has to be. How could anyone want you? God, I pity the guy that chooses to date you. You're so…"—she looked me up and down scornfully—"You".

I was listening but I wasn't listening. The world was fading black and spots were coloring my vision. On her arms, I left long, scratch marks that were red and bleeding, leaving a puddle on the floor.

I'm gonna kill her.

Before I knew it, I had found my strength and somehow I was on top of her as I pounded her face in, screaming, punctuating each blow with a word to complete an insult.

"You…" One punch. "Fucking…" Two punches. "Stupid…" Three punches. "Dumb…" Four punches. "Slutty…" Five punches. "Bitch!" Six punches.

One for me, zero for Shelby.

Before I could finish my victory dance in my head, Shelby was then on top of me, slapping the shit out of me.

"What the hell?"

Shelby stopped and started to get off of me and I was still lying on the floor, wondering why.

"What the fuck were you doing?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, a breath I forgot I was holding. Someone else had come in. That's why she had stopped.

"Nothing". I could see Shelby's throat working as the lie slipped out of her mouth. "It was nothing".

I sat up and I could see that a girl with black hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen was standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

The girl ignored Shelby and started towards me. She held out her hand: A peace offering. "Are you okay?" She asked, flipping a piece of stray hair over her shoulder. "You need help?"

I couldn't speak. My throat was clogged. Wordlessly, I took her hand and stood up, attempted to adjust my clothes and fix my hair.

When I finally found my voice, I said, "Thank you".

The girl smiled at me. "No prob". To Shelby, she glared, silently damning her to Hell, I hoped.

Shelby seemed to find herself again. "Oh, whatever," She retorted. "She had it coming anyways". And then she was gone just like that, out of the bathroom door and into an empty hallway.

"Thank you," I said again to the girl. "Really. Thank yo—"

The girl waved me off, saying "It was nothing. I've hated that bitch since the second grade when she first grade. She's made my life a living Hell".

I nodded. So, I wasn't the only one being tortured by the apparent Queen Bitch.

"I hate her," I heard myself say.

The girl shrugged. "Join the club". She glanced at me. "Here, why don't I help you clean up? You look horrible".

"Sure," I said. "One more thing, though. What's your name?"

"Same," She said. "Well, Sam for short. It's actually Samantha but I liked to be called Sam".

"Kristen".

We shook hands.