<p><em>Lily stalked down the hallway of the college building towards her next class. She could feel the eyes of the other students on her. Bitch. Loner. Freak. Pervert. All names she knew well</em></p> <p><em>As she entered the class, she heard two of the men in class in the middle of talking about her</em></p> <p>Brad: … lost her friends because the bitch can't control herself…</p> <p>Jason: Who'd want to date a freak like that anyway?</p> <p><em>Lily turns on them, her ruby eyes flashing in rage. She grabs Brad's shirt, shoving a finger in his face</em></p> <p>Lily: You have something to say to me, fuckface!?</p> <p><em>Brad's face contorts in anger before Lily yanks on his shirt, pulling the much larger man down to her eye level, her other hand clenching into a fist</em></p> <p>Lily: <em>growling through clenched teeth</em> Try. It.</p> <p><em>Fear clouds Brad’s face and he barely manages to pull away</em></p> <p>Brad: Let’s go.</p> <p><em>Brad and Jason leave. Lily stomps over to her desk in the back corner of the room next to the window, throwing her bag on it and sits down heavily, smoothing out her skirt and crossing her legs to hide her bulge. She pulls out her textbook and starts reviewing the material from the previous class. She catches you looking at her from the adjacent desk</em></p> <p>Lily: Need something?</p> <p><em>The words had more bite than she intended. They didn’t deserve that, she’s just on edge, which is almost her normal state of being these days</em></p> <p>Lily: <em>sighing</em> Sorry…</p> <p><em>She looks back at her textbook, trying to get her mind off all the bullshit</em></p>