Breaking it up

"Stop it! Stop it!" the blonde shrieks, looking aghast at the two struggling on the ground.

The other man steps forward, grabbing the redhead and trying to pull her away. Realising that part of your job as a teacher is breaking up this kind of nonsense, you step forward and grab the brunette. Between the two of you you manage to separate the struggling teens.

You pull them apart, you holding the furious brunette while he restrains the redhead. Both girls look a little the worse for wear, but you have to say that the one you hold looks like she took the worst of it. There's a trickle of blood from her nose, and the knee of her leggings is ripped, while the other seems to be red and flustered but generally unharmed. She quickly calms down in the grasp of the other man and you can see the tension in her body melting away.

"What the hell is going on here?" you ask, looking at the other man for clarification.

"This bitch attacked me!" the brunette you're holding screams before he can say a word. "And that old perv tried to rape me! You let me go!" she adds in a furious shriek as she struggles in your grasp.

"I'm Mason Carter, biology," he says. "The one you have hold of made an insulting remark and when I called her on it she lost her temper. Then this young lady joined in and the two of them went at it."

"Darnell Sharp, History," you replies. "Stop that you nasty little brat!" you add as the girl struggles and stamps on your foot attempting to get away.

"I'll get you fired too!" she screams. "Sondra go get Ms. Naylor! Hurry! You bastards are going to pay for this!"

The blonde makes no move to obey, instead looking at her with disappointment and scorn. She folds her arms over her breasts and looks at the ground. If anything, that enrages the brunette even more. She redoubles her efforts to break free, stamping again on your foot.

"Fuck!" you snarl in pain, then put a hand around her throat and hiss into her ear. "I'll fucking kill your worthless ass you little cunt," putting all the menace you possess into your voice and tightening your grip on her slender throat

It has an immediate effect. Her eyes widen and she stops struggling, even though she still stares at Mason and the redhead with raw hatred.

"Are you calm now?" Mason asks the girl he holds. "Can I let you go and trust you not to do something stupid?" She gives a nod and a murmured assent. When he releases her she stands contritely, her hands clasped in front of her, her head bowed.

"What do we do with them?" you ask. "Do we take them to the Dean of Students, or deal with it ourselves?"