Then, Brittany snapped. She confronted me. “You want to report me? Go ahead!”
I stared at her silently. She smirked. “You’re
just jealous. All these guys like me, and you’ve got no one.” She was so trapped in her own
little world of competition. It was pathetic.
“Your parents named you well,” I said.
She looked confused.
“Brittany. Brit–ta–ny. Sounds like ‘bitchy.“”
Jessica burst out laughing. It took Brittany a
moment to process it, then her face contorted
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with rage. She threw a flip–flop at me. It hit my
back, and I swore.
“You’ll pay for this, Sarah!” she screamed.
“Bitch,” I retorted, flipping her off.
Tears welled in her eyes. She ran off, and a few
minutes later, the RA called, summoning
Jessica and me to his office. Brittany was there,
looking distraught. The RA launched into a tirade, blaming us for everything. If he’d kept going, he’d probably have found a way to blame us for world peace.
I said coldly, “If there’s a rule we broke, punish
- us. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have class.”
We turned to leave, and he roared, “If you walk
out that door, you can forget about
graduating!”
The asshole was threatening our degrees. We
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Then, a furious voice rang out. “Which one of you is Brittany?!”
“Honey? What are you doing here?” the RA stammered.
Jessica and I exchanged glances. Oh, this was going to be good.
Brittany wasn’t hard to spot. The RA’s wife had
seen her pictures. She scanned the room and zeroed in on Brittany.
“SLAP!”
Brittany yelped. Before the RA could react, his
wife grabbed his ear. “So this is what you’re
doing at work? Picking up girls?!”
“You’ve got it all wrong! I’m mediating a
student dispute!” he protested.
“Mediating? You’re sending lovey–dovey
messages and pictures to this little bitch! Do
you think I’m stupid? I wouldn’t be here without
proof!”
She then proceeded to take on both of them,
sending them scrambling. Jessica and I huddled
by the door, out of the way.
“Damn, she’s fierce,” Jessica murmured.
I filmed everything, then posted it to the class
group chat. “OMG! Brittany’s getting beat up in
the RA’s office! Someone send help!”
Within minutes, people started arriving. Ethan
was in the lead.
“What happened?” he asked us.
“We don’t know,” I said, feigning concern.
“Someone’s causing trouble in the RA’s office.
Brittany’s crying.”
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