A cheerleader

Grace stands a few yards back, her fists on her hips, her face tight with anger. Her expression is in contrast to her clothes. She's wearing an obvious cheerleader outfit; tight white sweater with a large pink rose embroidered on the front and a short flouncy pink skirt trimmed with white.

"You mind your own business!" Val snarls taking a step towards Grace. "This old perv was perving on me and Sondra. He's drunk, and I'm gonna get him fired."

"Shut up Val," Grace replies. "You're always making threats, and they never come true. I don't know why you hang out with this nasty bitch Sondra."

"Shut up you scrawny ginger twat!" Val screams. "You can fuck off you stupid cheerleader slut! I'll make you shut up!"

She takes a quick step towards Grace, her hands like claws as she advances.

The sound of the slap is like a pistol shot. Val rocks back on her heels, her hand clutching her cheek, her eyes staring in wide eyed fury at Grace, who stands calmly her body now loose and athletic and ready. You had barely seen the strike of her hand it was so fast.

"I'll kill you for that!" Val shrieks, lunging at Grace in a maddened fury. The red head steps aside in a fluid motion, using Val's momentum to send her sprawling on the ground.

"Val, let it go! Stop this!" Sondra shouts, her face horrified. The brunette rises to her feet, enraged and howling in anger, she throws a handful of gravel at Grace and charges again, this time grappling her as the two of them fall to the ground in a tangle of furious teenage girls.