MOVIE >scene70> - A Dorm. A Delinquent. A Girl.

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Rihanna counted down until she was sure that Summer would have left the other side of the doors. The moment she hit one, she took a few steps back and began running to the other side of the building, where the blind spot was.

She quickly jumped in, grateful for the moment that she had found this place, and began making her way to door 'C'. She needed to get to Violet to clear things up before it all became a mess.

On one of the long benches outside, Katerina sat alone. Rihanna halted to a stop, wondering if she could ask her about Violet, however, remembering her hostility, she decided she'd be better off not to.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Katerina asked, looking over at Rihanna.

Rihanna, who had continued walking toward the doors, halted to a stop again. She looked at Katerina. "I'm just looking for Violet."

"What did she do to you? Is that why you were hiding there?" She asked.

Rihanna was surprised that the girl in front of her would even care, let alone automatically put Violet at fault.

Katerina noticed. "Sit." She patted the seat next to her. With great hesitation, Rihanna made her way towards the bench and sat next to her.

"I heard you talking to Summer a little bit ago." Katerina said, staring out into the afternoon's sky.

Rihanna nodded, not sure what to say.

Katerina looked over at her, a weird glint in her eyes. "You really don't give a crap about her, do you?"

Rihanna shrugged.

"What did Violet do to you?"

Rihanna quickly shook her head. "She didn't do anything.. I just have to find her to make some things clear before she misunderstands and ends up hating me."

"She's probably in our dorm. We share one, you know. I can give you the pin number if you'd like."

Rihanna wasn't sure what to feel about this. It felt very strange sitting with Katerina when she had been insulting her a few days ago. Not only that, but it seemed like she was finally accepting her.

"Thank you."

She looked down at her phone and shrugged. "No problem."

***

Rihanna made her way to the girls dormitory and headed toward Katerina's dorm. When she finally reached their dorm's door, she put in their pin number and walked in.

Right away she was able to tell which side was Katerina's and which was Violet's. Unlike Rihanna's dorm, there was no curtain dividing the room, so she was able to see it all clearly. Katerina's side was white and pink, with stuffed animals placed everywhere around. Violet's didn't even have a mirror, instead, her side was all dark blues, purples and blacks.

The dividing curtain in the room was merely done by personality.

Violet sat on her dark purple bedding crying her eyes out. It seemed like she hadn't heard Rihanna walk in, so Rihanna slammed the door shut to make herself heard.

Violet shot up right away and turned to look at Rihanna, her heavy eyeliner and mascara were smeared all over her face.

"What are you doing here?!" She snapped with anger. "Get out! Get out right now!" She got up and pointed at the door, beckoning Rihanna to leave with an angry voice.

"I can assure you I will not leave until you've heard me through." Rihanna reasoned.

But Violet wouldn't have any of it. In fact, she started using her hands as a way to push Rihanna to the door. "I don't want to see you. Get out of here. Get out of my dorm."

"Will you stop screaming?!" Rihanna asked, still trying to be reasonable.

"I won't! Now leave before I become more insane." She screamed the last words in volume that practically pierced Rihanna's eardrums.

Rihanna inhaled a deep breath. "Violet, please! Just listen–"

"I said I don't want to hear a word from you! Now get the hell out!" She pushed Rihanna with one hand and pointed at the door with the other. "Out!"

Rihanna took a hold of the hand she pushed her with and held it firmly. Her anger began to rise slowly at Violet's idiotic state of mind. For a second, it felt like it was the drama with Summer all over again. And Rihanna wouldn't let that happen. This time Rihanna was going to speak up.

Violet stared at Rihanna's sudden changed expression...

And fear devoured her.

"Are you going to listen to me now?"

"No." Violet yelled in Rihanna's face, then the little stubborn brat took ahold of Rihanna's hair and tried to pull her away.

"Ow." Rihanna remarked with pain. It hurt. Violet kept on pulling and so Rihanna had no other option but to pull hers as well.

Rihanna had never been in a girly fight before, so she didn't know what's really to be done in one. Just pulling hair?

Nope.

Add scratching. Lots of it.

Pounding. More like turning the arm into a damn hammer.

Pinching breasts.

A lot of tripping.

And the most annoying noises a person could possibly make.

They ended up on Katerina's bed with Violet under Rihanna. Violet was trying her best to get ahold of Rihanna's hair as Rihanna pinned her by the shoulders to the mattress.

"Get off–off me!" Violet grunted, still attempting to either scratch Rihanna's face or get ahold of at least a strand of her hair.

"I want you to listen to me." Rihanna said. "What you saw between Lexis and I, it's not what you think. It's actually the complete opposite."

She snickered in sarcasm. "Of course you'd say that."

"I'm not lying!" Rihanna insisted. "That guy–that guy, I don't even know why you like him! He's a complete psycho. The way he dumps girls from their first attempt, the way he looks at everyone with revulsion, the way he mistreats everyone and hurts them–physically, it's absolutely disgusting! I don't like him, not a chance. If anything, there isn't a person I currently hate more than I hate him."

Violet stared at Rihanna, wondering if she should believe her or not. The sincerity in her voice was clear. Rihanna had meant every word she said.

Rihanna watched Violet's face slowly calm down. Her eyebrows relaxed back to where they should be. She seemed to be a bit more understanding now. Yet, questions were still apparent in her eyes. But before she had the chance to say anything, Rihanna saw something unbelievable.

Something revolting.

Her eyes wavered at the sight. "Oh my god–" 

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