GIRLS DONT FIGHT?!

I am sitting here outside my principal’s office, waiting for someone from home to save me. But I doubt if they will. They might join hands with my principal and dump me altogether. I keep cracking my knuckles while my legs tremble uncontrollably. Christy, on the contrary, appears calm and relaxed. And why not? We are here because of what I did a few hours ago. She had no inkling of what was coming.

 

*

 

I saw her chatting with the girls by the corridor. I banged the washroom door shut after me. I threw the crumbled postcard adorned with stickers and flowers into the dustbin and marched towards her.

“What the hell do you think are you doing?” I yelled as the corridor fell silent. She was shocked at my sudden rebuke. She looked around uncomfortably and then at me. “I am… talking, I guess…” she said as I glared at her furiously. The rest of them tried to understand what was happening. 

“Ha, smart. But you know what I am talking about.” I yelled again at the top of my voice. Christy tried to appear clueless, but I would not have it.

“Why are you helping Salim stalk me? Is this how you have planned to avenge me?” I asked as she continued her act of innocence. The rest of the girls had already started murmuring to each other.

“What? I helped Salim stalk you? Who told you that?”

“Who else should? I just discovered that yesterday, and I have been trying to connect the dots before confirming that you are helping him,” I made sure everyone heard. 

Yes, who else could it be? She knows where I live. She has been in my room for most of our holidays earlier. She must have given him my telephone number, too. And helping him by making his gift reach me must be fun. I bet she enjoys watching me get annoyed, and she must definitely get favours from Salim for helping him. Even if not, she would love to do it, only because it frustrates me. If I had accepted the gifts, she would have belittled me for being so petty. Now that I don't, she must enjoy my agitation. It works both ways for her. 

 

“I have no idea what you are talking about. And why would anyone stalk you anyway? Go, get your eyes checked. Or are you trying to frame me to tarnish my image?” She asked as one of her friends agreed to it. That was enough to trigger me charge on her. I had already had enough. I flung myself on her and pushed her to the ground. “What did you say?” screaming, I held her against the floor with my arms. I didn’t know I had the strength to make her bleed. But my knuckles did leave marks on her forehead. Before I could realise, I was punching the air as the girls peeled me away from her. 

“Go tell him this is what happens if he continues stalking me,” I spat and freed myself from their arms. I fell back on the staircase, rested down, and breathed heavily. Some of them helped Christy sit as she realised what had happened. She touched her forehead and looked anxiously at her trembling fingers stained red. The in-house nurse came running with a first aid kit and dressed her wound up. She stared at me in disbelief, as she never thought I was capable of doing so. 

* 

As time went by, I calmed down. And then I realised how big of a blunder I had committed. That was what she wanted. She wanted to create chaos and trap me in trouble. And I had yielded to it. How stupid of me to have done that! She has won, after all. A couple of hours later, my school principal called out our names and asked us to wait by the reception desk until our parents arrived. “What is this chaos? I have never seen a girl beat up another like this. Girls don’t behave like this,” she had screamed. I now wait with bated breath as Christy peers at me with a white bandage taped to her forehead. I have no idea how to convince my parents. 

This is a part of Blogchatter A2Z 2025

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