Tara talks some trash first?

by ThaCat005

"Little girl?" Tara laughed quietly.

"What's so funny?" Miss H snapped.

"Oh, I was just thinking... I'm surprised you challenged me. Little girls... aren't they who you usually go after anyway?"

Tara relaxed on the ropes and checked her nails. She kept them trimmed neatly - she considered scratching to be disrespectful to one's self. Reverting to "girly" behavior when it wasn't needed.

"Because I've seen you here, and you bully all the smaller students, except for the ones who can stand up for themselves, and those you make into your own little not-so-secret police ****. So I'm wondering... maybe, is this stuff about only the strong surviving a front? Maybe you think that you're the one who's weak? And so you surround yourself with smaller weaker girls in a school so you don't have to survive in the real world?"

Miss H gasped in outrage, and Tara smirked at her.

"I think you're just a bully yourself. You're afraid of fully grown women who can see through your bullshit and call you on it. Hell, you're probably afraid of half the students you torment... isn't that why you have Dolly and Chichi do your dirty work half the time? Of course, considering what I did to Dolly already, I don't think you're going to be able to hide behind them this time..."

Tara stood up slowly, flexing her abs, and then cracked her knuckles, the smirk fading as she stared down Miss H.