I caught myself staring at her. I dropped my eyes off her and washed my hands. I didnt make a single eye contact and were about to head out of the girls toilets. I don't like her at all. She is a attention seeking bitch who acts all nice in front of people's face but in their back, all she would do is talk shit.

She knew that Harry and I were going out back in the days when everything was fine. I knew that she liked him to but it didn't bother Harry and I, she even told him but he rejected her. I know how it feels getting fucked over some person you really like, or maybe love and they ignore you.

She hated me for that reason but didn't do anything about it, like ruining our relationship because Harry would've known that her intention was to breaking us apart. Isabelle didn't want Harry to hate her.

I don't really know her but I heard rumors that she gets what she wants, even if she's a bitch to it. I guess, everything fell apart without her doing anything.

She was giving me killer glares like she wanted to stab me or something. I was trying to ignore her but it was too hard. Her existence really make my veins boil. Who does she thinking she is?

"Harry broke up with me because of you" Her voice was filled with jealousy and angre. I looked at her, while tears flourishing down her cheeks and her dolls calming down.

"Yeah, I heard" I showed no sympathy towards her and pulled an bitch mode. I rolled my eyes. She came closer to me, furiously. I was looking at myself in the mirror when she grabbed my shoulder and twisted me around.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU BITCH! BECAUSE OF YOU. HE BROKE IT OFF WITH ME" She slapped me across the face, leaving a stunged sound. Oh shit, she didn't just do that, she didn't just do that.

I rubbed my face with my hand, then looking at my reflection, she left a hand mark. I was now, really pissed. Anger rushing against my body, and felt like out of control.

I pushed her against the wall, grabbing her hair from my left hand, then punching her face repeatedly. I flunged some more punches and then dragging her down the hard, cemented floor. I went on top of her, elbowing her on the cheekbones. She screamed in pain.

"Along the fucks I give" I spat her on face, getting up, kicking her on the ribs causing her her to wimper loudly. I don't give a shit how bad I hit her and I know it's all worth it.

I tried to pull her back up on her feet but suddenly her dolls pulled me back. Two were on me and the other one rushed out to call for help. Isabelle was screaming on top of her lungs with her squeaky voice which I wanted to go mute forever. The hate I had towards her.

"You lost him before and now you want him back? Not in a fucking million years! You aren't going to get him, not anyone! He's mine!" She was screeching in the middle of her sobs. I gave her bruises and I bet, she wont be able to walk for a month.

"I don't give a fuck! And no darling, I don't want him, no one wants him.That's why he was with you. Bless your delusional heart. Bitch" I was now feeling like I just wanted to stab her. Where does she even come up with these shit. Her eyes were daggering like knifes, wanted to hit me but she couldn't because she knows she won't even be able to touch me.

She came towards me, helplessly. She couldn't even lift her hand up because of the pain I caused her. She slowly and tried her hardest to slap me back again, until I heard a groggy voice, nearly causing her to jump.

"What is happening here?!"

Notes

Ugh, short chapter! & omgg hahahahhahahha, that was some trippy cat fight I ever wrote.

anyways, if you read this chapter, please please please, comment and vote! i'd really appreciate it <3

- Zaheda