I cross my arms tight to my chest. “Say that again. I dare you.” She flashes a smug smile. “You’re. A. Slut.” I might have let it go. I really might’ve. If she hadn’t stepped forward and flicked her razor fingernails against my cheek in a mocking, dismissive gesture that turns my vision into a haze of red. I launch myself at her.
i would do the same thing but make her punch first
