No

Nikki broke into fits of giggles. Her friends joined her. I could feel my own friends raging in the background, on the point of wanting to jump in and defend me.

“Awww, are you going to cry?” asked Nikki. “Because the bitch lost her shirt.”

Nikki made a mocking show of dropping my shirt like it was something she’d fished out of the bottom of a dumpster.

If she thought I was going to sit there and cry, she could think again. I admit I did want to cry. I’m not the sort of girl who gets into these situations, normally at least.

I was so shocked and so angry that I couldn’t even speak. I rose to my feet and charged Nikki with wildfire in my mind.

She didn’t get back into the fight in time and I got her around the middle. I struggled for a few seconds to throw her down. Eventually, I got my legs in the way and we both tumbled to the ground and began to roll over and over, screaming and trying to dig our nails into each other.

I was so angry that I **** her onto her back and began to pound her in the head. I don’t know how much damage I was doing, but I got her.

Nikki managed to cover up pretty good, but I felt my knuckles crack her right in her cheek. It was satisfying and I know I reeled her immediately.

How dare she turn this into a strip fight? How dare she try to humiliate me in front of everyone? I would show her.