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“Don't turn your back on me, you bitch!” Her hand grabbed my arm, pushing me against the food machine. “Don't talk to me, don't look in my direction... and pretend I don't exist, you fucking bastard.”

I grabbed her wrist back.

“Get your filthy hands off me!”

“With pleasure.” Her panting breath, filled with hatred, hit my face.

“You fat cow...” I grumbled.

A slap exploded across my face and I felt completely shocked.

Had she really hit me?!

“Repeat that and I swear I'll pull out all your hair, you fucker.”

I smiled, even though my face felt burning. That slut had a really heavy hand.

“You…” I took a step towards her. “Fat.” I stood on tiptoe, looking her straight in the eyes, seeing that her attitude came from nothing more than fear and insecurity. “Cow.”

Soon a hand grabbed my hair and, unfortunately for me, Kendra was bigger than me and a little stronger, so she ended up being able to throw me to the ground with some ease.

“I hate you!” She screamed, grabbing my hair again and carrying me down the hallway as I screamed that she was crazy. I heard the sound of the restroom door and grabbed the door, but she stepped on my fingers, almost crushing them against the wood.

“You idiot!”

“You will get what you deserve.” The words sounded like a grim promise.

“I'm going to kill you, Kendra, let me go!”

The sound of the bathroom stall opening made me pull my head forward while a tuft of my hair got caught between her fingers. The pain in my scalp throbbed, but I couldn't focus too much on it.

I got up quick and pushed her face against the shower door, leaving her a little disoriented and then I put a little distance between us.

“You’re insane!” I shouted.

“You call me a fat cow and think I'm crazy?!” She mocked, running a hand over her head.

“I bet you had a nickname for me too, you disturbed bastard.”

She smiled mischievously.

“I had…”

“Then why are you hitting me?”

“Because I used it in the past, I won't call youLatintrashin college, but you had no problem calling me a fat cow minutes ago.” Her eyes held deep pain.

I knew I had hit where it hurt most. And that it had been very cruel, but she knew how to be just as bad. I wanted to cry. We were horrible, our dynamic was damaging and completelyexhausting. All that bad energy was affecting my life, even if it was just a small, ultra-microscopic piece of it.

Kendra brought out the worst in me and part of me knew that being competitive was one thing, being evil was another. We were both evil and it needed to stop.

I couldn't take it anymore.

“So I was fatphobic and you were xenophobic, great. We are two despicable human beings.” I grumbled as I ran my fingers over my scalp. “I hate you, you hate me. This is how things will be forever, right?!”

“I still want to punch you.” She shrugged. And then she spat blood on my sneakers. “I hope you didn't break any of my teeth.”

“If that happened, don't even bother sending me the dentist bill.”