College Princess by Bar Room Brawlin Bitch

“You fucking bitch!” I screamed. Mélanie was now pushing her thumb into my eye socket, causing me excruciating pain. The intense bolt of lightening reached far back into my skull, making me see blinding stars. I could feel every whorl of her thumbprint mashing into my lid, which I had thankfully closed when I saw it at the last minute. My arm, which was still pinned under me, ached even more when I finally freed it to punch her straight into the side of the head, connecting with her ear. She finally released the grasp on my eye to cover her now ringing ear, her eyes wide in momentary pain. She should have heeded to that feeling, because when I was done with her she would feel incredibly stupid.
This happened back in college in this backwash deep back woods part of Quebec. Because it’s so damn remote here, the people speak French, eat French, shit French…you name it, it’s got French appended to it. Hence, when an English girl shows up, especially on her first day of school, she feels the hostility, even though the school she attends is supposed to be English. I knew it! I just knew I wouldn’t fit in. And wouldn’t you know it, I didn’t. At first.
The first sign of trouble was when the most popular girl, Mélanie, who was a sophomore and traveled in her special entourage of wannabes flipped her hair in my face. Though we never shared any classes, I’d see her and her posse in the hallways, commanding attention, demanding attention. I grew tired of her airs and whenever she was around, I’d turn my back. But that day, I felt her long blond locks hit my face. What the hell was THAT all about? I’d learn from one of the other students that she hated people who defied her and she showed her displeasure by flipping her hair in the person’s face. The hell she’ll do that to me again.
She did the same thing to me two weeks later. I guess she couldn’t stand to see me turn my back to her oh so deliberately slowly at her approaching figure, so she did her damn stupid hair thing again. That long lock of blond hair smacked me right in the face and before it could disappear from my view, I grabbed it and yanked it to the ground, hard. Suddenly, at my feet, was Princess Mélanie, on her pretty knees. What a Kodak moment.
I could hear one student exclaim under his breath “Jesus, I don’t know who the new girl is but Mel is going to kick her ass!” but before the sentence was even completed, I leaned over, still holding her hair in my fist and hissed in her ear, “You will NOT do that again, bitch!” and I let her go, pushing her away, making her fall on her ass, legs splayed in front of her. I could even make out the color of her panties peeking out of her now hiked up skirt; yellow. Ha!
I hadn’t even walked twenty feet when the cow jumped me from behind. She’d propelled herself onto my back, knocking me to the ground with her on top of me, giving her unfair advantage. Straddling my prone body, she grabbed a handful of my hair and started pulling my head back, hurting my neck in the process. She was trying to pull my hair out. I managed to roll myself around to face her and grabbed her wrists but couldn’t get her to let go of my hair, which felt like it was being pulled out from the roots. So I leaned up while pulling my thighs up against her butt and slapped her on the side of the face. She would not let go. Aligning my wrist, I crashed my fist hard into her cheek, feeling her jaw slip inside her lovely face. THAT made her let go my hair.
I managed to get myself to a standing position facing her. The eyes. The eyes of a crazy woman, I thought to myself. “Tu vas manger une maudite volé, ma conne” she said to me. “Don’t be telling me I’m going to get beat up bitch, you ain’t seen nothing yet” I replied. I was in her face in a split second, popping her on the bridge of the nose with two jabs which made her head rock back funnily. I laughed in her face when the blood started pouring out. She caught me mid laugh when she got me back with another hair grab to lever herself for a brutal gut punch. That didn’t knock the breath out of me like I expected but the whore made me hurt. Her fist felt like it drove itself to my spine. I screamed in anger and frustration and grabbed for her hair, throwing myself on top of her, causing both of us to crash to the floor while everyone was pushing themselves around to be able to see the fight and to make room for us to settle our little tiff. With her hair still in my hands, I started bouncing her skull off the linoleum. Crack! Crack! Crack! Damn that sounded good until she managed to get her knee between us and she heaved me off.
Both of us scambled back to our feet and without hesitation lunged at each other. Again, the cunt grabbed my hair and this time she managed to dig that damn thumb into my eye until I round housed her in the ear. She staggered so much with that one that she fell into the lockers. So I took advantage of the little Princess’ punch drunkenness and kept up with the jabs, dancing around her, teasing the hell out of her. She managed some feeble attempts at defending herself but I could tell that Mélanie wasn’t used to having to defending herself and she soon petered out. She even tried scratching at me, but the attempts were too feeble.
I grew tired of her, now that she’d been tamed. She just pretty much stayed there, leaning into the lockers, out of breath, still bleeding from her now broken nose. I reached into my pocket to find an old snot rag, threw it at her and said “Go clean up, Princess”. With that I turned around and went to my classes, but not without hearing a satisfying clap of hands behind me which mounted to the point everyone was applauding me for having kicked the shit out of the Princess. She never did bother me after that.

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