Have them bury the hatchet, maybe even make out

Erin is a babe. Lati is a babe. Sometimes, the best thing to do is to kiss and make up... especially when you're talking about two of the finest, sexiest women on the school campus.

You're not sure if Lati is into women, and Erin seems to despise the curvy sophmore... but these situations make for strange bedfellows, or, so you hope!

"I think it's a little silly, the two of you feuding." You pause to see how Erin reacts. Somewhat surprisingly, she doesn't. "I mean... I'm not sure what she's done to you, but you are sisters after all."

"You know," Erin makes concilatory, humble face. She almost pouts in defeat, like she's been deflated by your words. "Maybe you're right, maybe there's some way Lati and I can... make up and just, be cool..."

Erin walks towards the desk. "And you're saying she's beautiful. Oh, she certainly is." The alpha queen bee picks up an object off the table, a small figurine paperweight that'd been holding down a stack of homework papers. "Maybe I need to reconsider..."

CRACK! Erin, with freakish ****, balls her hand into a fist and the small pieces of the figurine snap off in a dozen directions. Oh fuck.

"Or maybe I should take these pieces of glass and shove them through where your testicles are supposed to be, you fucking stupid, ignoramus!"