I'm sick of your bullshit

"Well Mrs. Jannon, you see I'm actually just sick of your bullshit."

Her face flashed several different emotions in rapid succession, from confusion, to indignation, to pure unfiltered rage.

"How DARE you speak to me in such a manner!" she shouted, spluttering from the intensity of her anger, "I will not accept that a student of this school shows so little respect to their superiors!"

"Superiors? I'm god of the fucking world bitch, anything I want, happens. In fact, how about you go ahead and piss yourself right now. Also, you're gonna realize it's happening, and that I'm the one who did it." I say back, not actually all that angry but enjoying the look on her face.

"You must be insane!" she shouts, just before a wet spot begins to grow on her skirt. She looks down in horror, and then looks back up at me, anger melting into fear. She looks back down again, possibly to check if this is real.

"How's that?" I declare loudly and confidently, drawing the attention of one male passerby, who alerts his friends to the vice principal's plight. She begins to look around, as if trying to find a place to hide, before jumping into the women's bathroom seeking refuge. I casually walk in after her, watching her scramble to clean herself up.