Being Saved

Chapter 24 - Encountering Barbie

Katerina's POV

The bell finally rings, dismissing the upperclassmen from our fourth period classes as it announces that Friday's lunch hour has begun.

With a relieved sign, I stand from my seat as my head begins to pound. I give my head a small shake before leaning against a wall in the hallway, pressing my palm against my forehead, trying to ease the tension. When that doesn't work, I send a quick text to Lorenzo about having to stop by the bathroom before lunch so that I can splash some water on my face.

As I round the corner to head to the nearest girls' bathroom, my step falters when I see the three people that I want to avoid most out of the entire school as they walk into the room. Taking several moments to contemplate if I should just use another bathroom or not, I groan loudly, dismissing the thought as I continue towards my destination.

Making my way to the door, I quickly prepare myself for what might come if I have to actually interact and speak with these girls.

Walking into the bathroom, I'm greeted by a sight that no one in their right mind ever wants to see. But rather than ignoring it, I finally inserted myself into the forefront of their line of fire.

Unfortunately for them, this is not the first time, and I'm sure that it won't be the last time that I have seen this group of queen bees harassing another student.

The first few times that I noticed them in the halls were when I had somewhere to be, but now that I come face to face with the issue, I have no intention of walking away.

"You are such a pathetic waste of space," a blonde skinny-mini begins saying to a girl that she and her minions are attempting to back into a corner in the girls' room.

"I mean, I don't even understand why you still bother to show your face around her. No one, and I mean, no one, couldn't care less if you stopped showing your face around here. No one likes you, and no one ever will," she sneers.

"Hey," one of the others chirps, giving the girl a snarky smile. "I have the perfect idea for you! Why don't you just go ki-"

"Don't you fucking finish that statement!" I snap, balling my fists in an attempt at not punching the girl in the face as I stride into the room.

"I think that I have a better idea for you, Barbie," I snarl, walking up to the group as they turn to face me. "How about you fuck off before I help ensure that you get another nose job? Then again," I muse, smirking slightly, "I might actually be doing you a favor," I add, sending her a fake smile before taking a step forward to stand inches away from her.

Even though I am staring up at her because of her ridiculously tall heels, I couldn't care less, as I contemplate knocking her to the ground where she belongs.

"Do you have any idea who I am!?" she asks in an annoyingly high pitched voice.

Shit, if I didn't already have a headache before hearing her voice, I certainly do now.

"My father is on the board at this school," she shouts, pointing a finger in my face, "and if I tell him that you-"

"What?" I snap. "What are you gonna do?" I ask, narrowing my eyes as I title my head in fake curiosity.

"I'm going to tell him-"

"No," I interrupt. "You," I emphasize, slapping her hand away as I harden my gaze. "What are you going to do? You see," I scowl, "it's girls like you that are best at ruining my day. It's girls like you who think that you are better than everyone else. But I just want to let you in on a little known fact," I sneer. "It's girls like you who have to bully others to make themselves feel better, but I hate to break it to you," I pout slightly, faking pity. "It's girls like you who never amount to anything in life because no one actually cares about what-"