You don't get a chance

Keeping your hands on her shoulders you firmly steer the girl back up the path. Her head turns to glare back at Mr. Carter and the departing redhead before turning to you.

"I'll make you sorry you put your hands on me! My daddy will make sure you're fired! You're going to be so sorry! And you threatened me too! You're going to be fired!"

You grip the back of her slender neck with one hand and keep guiding her up the path. She suddenly swings her hand back at your face. "Let go of me!" she screams, her balled fist catching you just under the eye.

For a moment your vision goes black and you think she might have burst your eyeball so intense is the pain. Then your sight clears and you look at the sneering face of the brunette brat, and you feel a flame of anger bloom within you.