“Oh snap!” someone in the crowd around us yells.
The milk drips off of Maria’s chin, forming a puddle on the ground beneath her. I shake the rest out of the bottle, spraying her shirt. She stares at me angrily, building up her anger. Maria’s arms tense up for a fight, just as I realize I’m ready for one too.
“You bitch!” she screams, running towards me, claws ready to slash at my face.
I duck quickly, and she barrels through the parting crowd, slamming her face into a locker. She turns back around, hair frizzy and eyes wild, and hurls herself at me again, this time grabbing at my hair. She takes a fistful and pulls as hard as she possibly can. I shriek out, and throw her back.
Maria takes a chunk of hair with her. I chase her down, ripping at her hair as well, tearing apart as much of her as I can. Just as I’ve got her pinned between a classroom door and a locker, a teacher turns into the hallway, coming after us, yelling all the way.
Back in the crowd by the milk puddle, I hear an, “Oh snap!”