Get angry and leave on her own

Christina felt her stomach drop. Trying to run had failed her miserably so she knew that she wouldn’t stand a chance if she tried to refuse to leave. If anything, Becca was strong enough to drag her out by herself.

She felt anger rise her, slowly. She looked at Becca, trying not to glare or make it obvious. If I can get one good hit one her, Christina thought… But the thought died as quickly as it came. She had never been in a fight in her life, and she knew Becca had been on the wrestling team for a year.

“Give me my clothes back,” Christina said, “Now.”

“Last chance” Denise growled, ignoring Christina’s order. “We’ll drag you out of here if we have to. I think you get that.”

So this is really how it’s going to go down, Christina thought. Anger flared in her again. There’s nothing I can do here, but at least something I can do. Won’t be much, but it’s something.

“Fine,” Christina said.

Dropping her hands away she stalked past Becca and Denise and pushed Kelly out of her way. Yanking the door open she stormed into the hallway.

Christina heard several startled gasps before a few cheers went up, then laughter. She kept a strong pace, not running but faster then her regular pace. She didn’t bother to cover herself, keeping her hands free to move people out of the way.

“Nice outfit!” she heard a girl shout.

“I think you forgot something,” A boy laughed.

Fuck them, Christina thought. I’ll get over it. Just keep moving.

A classmate she knew, Troy, stepped in front of her and put his arms like he was going to start dancing. Christina walked around him, glaring at him like he’d made a horrible mistake. Another boy in her path put his hands up in the classic “boob-honking motion.” Christina pointed at him, putting her finger in his face. He backed up, realizing this wasn’t a prank or a dare.

Some of the cheers started to die down. Then the laughter receded.

Christina turned a corner, heading into the main hallway. New onlookers, more of the same reactions… but much shorter lived this time.

Maybe they’re actually getting it, Christina thought. Will wonders never cease.

She reached the doors of the administrative office. Through the glass doors she could see some of the staff look up, and gape in surprise. Christina planted her hand on the door and pushed it open, stalking inside. The remaining staff members who hadn’t noticed her through the glass now looked up, startled.

“We really need to talk about some of the bullies in this school.”