“Don’t you have any shame?!” the angry girl spat in her face. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, she had mascara streaming down her mocha colored cheeks, and her hands were now balled up into fists so tight her knuckles were white. “It’s barely been a week since Sierra’s murder and you’re already slinking around like you’re hot shit!”

Her eyes flickered from the girl’s hands to her face. Liza’s expression hadn’t changed at all during the entire exchange so far-- but she flinched at that last statement and her eyes narrowed. She glanced around the hallway— already the two had attracted quite the crowd. No teachers yet. She spotted at least two or three people with their camera phones out, however-- pointed impatiently in their direction. 

[i]Freaking dramavores….[/i]

Obviously recognizing Liza’s reaction and determined to rile Liza up enough to make the first move, the girl continued, taking a step closer to where Liza was leaning up against the wall across from the stairwell, her dark purple backpack slung casually over her shoulder. “You [i]don’t even care[/i], do you, [i]puta barata?![/i] This is why you don't have any friends! You don’t belong here, Liza. You belong in a fucking [i]aduana![/i]”

Liza rolled her eyes, pushing herself away from the wall and bumping her backpack, which had started to slip, farther up onto her shoulder. “First of all, Carla-- I don’t even know what an aduana is,” she sighed, “And secondly, I already told you—I wasn’t with Tomás last night. I was at work.“ 

“Oh yeah?!” Carla stuck her hand inside her sweatshirt pocket and pulled out a pair of frilly looking orange panties and promptly threw them towards Liza’s face, “Then how do you explain [i]these??[/i]”

“Oooo!” the crowd bayed. 

“Gross!” Liza swatted them away and wrinkled her nose in disgust. This was about to get ugly. “Damn! Those aren’t mine! Chill the fuck out! You can ask Cindy Stanfield. She was working last night at the same time!” As Liza spoke, she moved her right hand to grip her left forearm. Carla was obviously right handed, judging by that throw. So that would mean….

“[i]Estoy hasta la madre![/i]” Carla hissed venomously. The crowd suddenly went wild as the girl swung her right fist at Liza’s face. She’d been expecting as much, however, and redirected the girl’s fist right into the solid brick wall behind her with barely a side step and tug on Carla’s sleeve— just like her sensei had taught her in Judo class. As expected, the girl cried out and slunk over, nursing her no-doubt bleeding knuckles whilst a stream of Spanish curses leaked out of her pink lip-gloss covered mouth. 

Wow… she hadn’t had a punch thrown at her in quite some time. But it was probably for the best. If it had been a slap, Liza would have kicked her to the ground as soon as she finished redirecting it. That would have definitely landed her in a lot more trouble with the principal….

Liza turned her eyes back on the crowd— most every student with a camera phone had theirs out by now and they stared expectantly— obviously eager for more action. But they weren’t going to get anymore. Shifting her backpack to the other shoulder and brushing a stray hair from her bangs back into place, Liza took off running past the crowd of kids and down the stairs. “[i]Puta cobarde![/i]” she heard Carla scream after her just as the bell marking the end of free period went off. 

And just like that it was suddenly time for lunch. She’d probably be getting a call from the principal sometime during her next class— or maybe even tomorrow. Liza inwardly shrugged as she neared her locker to get out the paper bag with her lunch inside of it. Only three things were for sure:

Tomás was obviously a lying scumbag (not a big shocker there), spending a night with the likes of him was hardly worth her time (she figured both those two facts out last year when they dated for what was barely a week), whoever’s panties those were—they had horrible fashion sense when it came to lingerie, and she sure as hell couldn't wait to leave for L.A. that summer-- this Sierra shit was really beginning to kill her mood....

Oh shit-- wait. That was four....