Let's look into how these two met

Chichi was the only one in detention that day. She had made sure of it, since she didn’t feel like being bothered as she laid out her schedule for hassling students and teachers. People thought it was all fun and games, but it took a lot of tormenting.

She had her feet kicked up, with Miss Sandra Hoefull scowling at her from her desk. She was the new gym teacher, but had volunteered to watch over detention. She had to pick out the bad seeds early on. And Chichi looked like trouble already.

“Yo, blubber boobs! I got a date to beat some dorks up, so can I just step out early?”
“How dare you speak to your elders like that! You will refer to me as nothing less than Madam, if not ‘my beloved and adoring teacher Miss Hoe…”

A spitball connected with her cheek, making her pause to removed it with a disgusted look on her face.
“Miss Hoe! Don’t think I’ll have any trouble callin you that, Miss Hobag.” Chichi laughed.

“Noisy little punk! I ought to…”
“Oughta what, teach?”

Miss H suddenly hurdled over her desk, surprising Chichi with a slap across the face that knocked her to the floor of the classroom.
“You… you hit me!” Chichi said, shocked. “Teachers can’t hit kids!”
“I’ll do much worse to you than that if you don’t shape up and straighten out, little lady.”
“You hit me!” Chichi repeated in surprise. “Teacher’s never hit me! But if they did, they’d sure try and hit me so it COUNTS!” She threw a slender foot up Miss H’s skirt, getting her to grunt painfully and hold her crotch.

“Stuck up little…”
“Overgrown, bossy…”

"BITCH!" they both said at once, lashing at eachother