Enough.
That was the final straw.
Without caring about anything else, I lunged at Cassie and tackled her to the ground. I straddled her waist and started punching her over and over again. I didn’t care that she had been my best friend since we were little.
I just wanted to hit her.
Again.
And again.
And again.
She was a b***h.
With one quick movement, Cassie forced me to roll over, and suddenly she was the one on top of me, punching, scratching, and yanking my hair. I heard the girls screaming as they desperately tried to pull us apart, but stopping wasn’t part of my plans.
Not yet.
I punched her hard in the face, managing to shove her off me and climb on top of her again. Before I could keep hitting her, a pair of hands grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground effortlessly.
