I stare, speechless, as the puke runs down my face. "What the hell was that?!" I yell as I wipe my face with my sweater. I look around at the other students, seeing their shocked face match my own. "You guys all saw that right? This bitch just puked on my!" A boy sitting in front of me turns and tells me to be quiet, saying that it could be worse. "Worse?" I yell as I flick vomit at him. "How could this be worse?" I step out into the aisle after you, trying my best to seem intimidating. "Y'know, I was planning on maybe taking pity on you and giving that big booty some attention. But now that I see how gross and fat it is, and for that matter you are, you couldn't get me near that thing if you paid me." I take a deep breath and retch at the awful taste of your puke before continuing my rant, "I hope you have a good lawyer!" I finish my tirade by spitting on your shoes and glaring into your sunglasses, feeling cocky and superior.
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