Wanring: I didn't proof read this bitch

POV: Irene

"Bitch"

I was absolutely offended.

Disgusted by the idea.

"I am NOT a good girl now." I told the random girl in was working with.

We were working in groups today. Which is my least favorite thing to do. I hate all people.

"Well I was just saying I appreciate you helping this time around."
"I'm not 'helping' I'm doing this completely and utterly for myself." I said while going back to my work.

"It's kinda true though Irene. You haven't done anything in the longest." A boy said from across from me.

"Bitch!" I said pointing at him warningly.

"Shut up." The girl beside him said wantingly. Like I was dangerous.

"Bitch!" I said pointing at her.

"You don't like it when she implies that your still bad or when I imply that your good? Somebody is having an identity crisis." He said smirking like he found the whole thing amusing.

So which one DID I want to be.

Well there are two different people in front of me right now.

One is frightened.

One is a smartass.

One won't talk to me.

And the other one is speaking to me like he's crazy.

I think it's obvious what I choose.

"Bitch." I said pointing at the boy again.

"What? You think I'm scarred of you?"
"You should be."
"Do I look built to be scarred of you. You pick on girls who are smaller than you. Don't get in over your head little girl."

"What'd you just call me?! Are you crazy?!"
"Little girl."

"You're really trying me. Km trying to keep myself under control but I'm gonna flip on you. Completely ballistic. You're going to be embarrassed and I'm going to be in trouble."

"No you'll just be in trouble. If a girl hits me. I don't even care I'm hitting her back... Little one." He said. I glarred at him turning red with anger.

"Say it one more time." I told him.

"Don't." The girl next to him said.

"Bitch." I said pointing at her.

"If he wants to say it.. Then let him." I said cracking my knuckles.

"Hold on let me get out my phone. Whatever happens.. I need it on camera." A different person I wasn't paying attention to said.

My eyes didn't move from the boy in front of me as I decided on what I'd do.

"Little g-" he started but before he finished I slammed his head on the table.

As he held his nose and groaned in pain I quickly put my hair in a ponytail as I stood up.

"Dirty ass hoe!" He screamed standing up.

"Bring it on bitch." I told him.

"IRENE!" The teacher yelled.

Don't know what she wants me to do now. He's coming at me I gotta protect myself.

He tried to punch me but I ducked. Punches as easy for me to block.

I guess he doesn't know that because he kept them coming. He's just using up his energy.

However I want him to hit me once. That way he'll get in trouble too.

He hit me right in the stomach. I backed up a little bit. Gotta hand it to him his punches are hard.

His next punch I shoved it away. This was no easy punch. It was full force and took both hands.

After that I came at him quickly and jabbed him thrice. Wasn't really good or nothing. Wasn't paying attention to where they went.

Think I hit him in the throat... Oops. Sorry not sorry.

When he was on the ground I just let him alone.

"Irene! Office! Now!" The teacher said.

"He hit me too!" I said pointing at him.

"He obviously needs the nurse first."
"I NEED THE NURSE!"

No I didn't

"Office now." She said I rolled my eyes and left..

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"Suspended? Oh come on it's not that bad!"
"You can not just go around fighting people."

"No you don't understand! He was really messing with me! I've been so good!"
"Have you?"
"Yes!  It's been so long since I've even got yelled at but HE was messing with ME. He was teasing me. And I can take a lot of things. But HE is too much!" I said.

"Oh really?"
"Yes." I said. I was nervous this time.

Usually I wouldn't but today..
I couldn't help it. I can't believe I let my feelings get away from me like that.

"Irene. I want to be on your side but I just- I don't know if I can. You know?" He said.

I put my forehead on the table.

"Is he gonna get suspended?" I asked him. I was probably muffled because I wasn't looking at him while I spoke.

He sighed.

"I-I don't know Irene."
"You should know that."
"I mean.. He hasn't done anything like this before. And I would let you go but your past it just-" he said cutting himself off by sighing.

I started crying.

I just felt bad. And like regretful.

I should have just shut up and been a good girl for once.

"Don't." I said randomly.

"Huh? Don't what?"
"Don't let me see him again. If I ever see him again I'm going to. Him. To. Pieces." I said balling my fist up tight.

"Hey listen it's not that bad."
"Yes it is."
"No... Just when you come back. Work twice as hard. And remember this feeling right now and use it as motivation." He told me.

I nodded. I wasn't sure if he could see that I did but I did.

"You wanna go wash off your face?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"What if someone comes in the bathroom?" I said embarrassed.

I hate crying.

"Well are you gonna stay like that."
"Do you have tissues?" I asked him.

We both sat in silence as I tried my best to pull myself together.

I was just sitting down one day and I realized that shit I do in this hectic confusing ass time in my life will affect how I live in my future.

At this rate I'll end up like Joy and many other girls.

And I don't wanna be.

But.. I don't know what I wanna do.

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Hello it's me again! 
I'm updating like crazy because it's break and I really wanna start a new story. I already ranted about it on Fighter BUT I'm really nervous to release it for some reason. I've never written a BTS story here. First always make me nervous.