Her.

Jealous

 She walked into the classroom, her brown hair made her look like a model, she had the biggest curves of all the girls in our class, her shirt was just above where you could see her boobs. She was wearing a tight tennis-skirt, it fit her so well. All the boys looked at her when she came in, some even whistled at her. She took her perfume bottle out of her ridiculously expensive bag. I wanted to say it, be nice to her for once but of course, I had to be a bitch.

"You're such a whore!"

She looked around, she noticed me, she understood that it was me. She had always hated me, ever since I started middle school. I grinned when she looked my way, but she looked hurt this time, she had been called that before, what did this time change? She took a breath in and said two words with the most hatred I've ever heard:

"Fuck you"

The teacher heard it and gave her detention, "such language is unacceptable" she walked to her seat, gave me the classic bitch stare. Good, back to being enemies, almost made me feel bad for saying it.