I can't stop the laughter that tries to come out, and I'm not the only one, because whether simply taking pleasure in someone else being humiliated or really feeling like the toad deserved it.
'You bitches!'
I pretend not to hear the thought, and not to see the glare. I stand up with my bag, and pull Emmie with me to leave the classroom. The redhead doesn't resist my hand, but still turns to send a glare to the back.
'Humph! You are just lucky cunts who Professor Turner didn't manage to shape into the form of his dick! What are you being so arrogant for, bitches?'
My breath catches in my chest, and Emmie also freezes, the memory of herself falling unconscious at the hand of the one who has later been exposed as a monster coming back to her mind. Even the classroom freezes, because the idiotic toad didn't just stop at thinking those words, he let them out with a growl, one full of indignation.
"Humph! You are just lucky cunts who Professor Turner didn't manage to shape into the form of his dick! What are you being so arrogant for, bitches?"
More than one classmate is surprised to the point of sucking in cold breaths. Emmie immediately transformed into an offended and indignant ball of fire, and wants to go back, but I hold her. But when Tyne Turner is mentioned, everything this life with a hidden side has done to me rushes back to my mind, especially the scars that are visible, and tangible. I can almost feel the blood that has run down my thigh a few weeks ago, and the lake of blood that had flowed out of Liz's perforated stomach that day. I recall 'Mike', and more than that, I recall the superiority, the arrogance, the indifference, and other emotions of the kinds I have always faced with those two men.
I take a deep breath, then turn around. Even Emmie finds me more intense than ever, because she looks at me with surprise and worry.
"Max?"
I let go of her hand, and in the silence, walk back to face the classmate I think I have not even looked at since the new year has started. He looks around, seemingly only waking up from his self-centered world at that moment to look around and take in the nature of the words he has said.
But then, after the confusion, the apprehension, and the fear, comes the arrogance, seemingly bigger than before, steadier than before. He looks at me with disdain, and sneers. At that moment, many thoughts fly, but I don't pay attention, letting them remain background noise, because I'm also having many thoughts of my own.
From the desire of violence at the beginning, to now simply wanting to make a point. I look him deep in the eyes.
"I will give you two choices."
My words resound in the silence, becoming the focus, a focus that makes the bundle of arrogance grin and square his shoulders. He even spreads his feet shoulder wide for a posture ready to fight to intimidate me.
'Heh, what can you do to me, bitch?'
I purse my lips, then I throw away any thought of being civil with a monkey-brained barbarian. I take a breath, then repeat what I did months ago, but more violently, more brutally.
*Crack*
I don't know if I really heard that sound or if it was an illusion. I pull my foot back, under the surprise gaze of everyone, and look at the toad lose strength in his knees, fold, and slowly slide to the ground while being too pained to even make a sound. He really visited the peak opposite an orgasm that can make the world go white. And he might now know whether it is white too on the other side, or red, or black.
I exhale, feeling relief throughout my body. Venting really feels good. Under the surprise gaze of the class, I turn to Emmie.
"Emmie, please call a teacher."
"Huh? Oh, okay."
The redhead takes a while to process, before she manages to push her surprise aside to do as I say.
Not long later, I am sitting in the principal office, with Emmie trying to stand but only able to pace outside while radiating worry. I smile slightly while caressing my scarring wound. I really feel it, but at the same time, my leg feels refreshed. After a while, the door of the office opens, and the principal comes in.
He looks at me and lets out a nervous and somewhat helpless smile. He sits down, adjusts his glasses, and lets out an exhale.
"Student Maxine Lockdream, you have really been giving me much work this year. I have been walking around much more because of you."
"Sir, you are still young, and walking around is good for your heart."
The principal's hand on his glasses pauses, and his helpless smile comes back, even stronger, before he schools his expression.
"Alright, let's talk about what happened."
"No need. And there is no need to call my sister over."
"Student–"
This time, my smile fades and I interrupt him:
"Sir, did you get to hear what he said?"
He falls silent, then leans back with a sigh.
'What a pain.'
Because of what happened last time, I have become somewhat of a sensitive element of the student body. And now, I seem to have shaved a good layer of his remaining years.
"You know we will have to call your sister. What you did–"
"Principal, sir, I kicked him in the crotch. He might even lose his reproductive capabilities."
The man with less years remaining than he has lived already winces, but I continue.
"His parents might be angry enough to bring the matter to the court, but at most, I will spend six months to two years in a detention center for minors. However, you must have seen the progress I have made this year, so you should not have any doubt that I can recover from the setback. However, if we get to that, what I am sure of, what I will make sure of I will make what he said famous."
I look him in the eyes with a deep look, serious like never before.
"I will make him famous, and I will make sure to link him to Tyne Turner, the shame of this school as if he was his disciple, the inheritor of his ideas and principles. He will be liked by the feminist groups, the groups working for the rights of women, young or old, the groups against pedophilia, the groups against sexual violence. By that point, I'm sure every news outlet will be happy to help him get his face out there nationwide and worldwide, even for one week, one day, or one hour."
Silence. Even the thoughts of the principal display that same state. I have shocked him so much that for a moment, I fear for a second that I have provoked a cardiac arrest.
'This…'
I exhale inwardly, feeling relieved. Then, I throw the last blow.
"Actually, sir, unless this matter is resolved quietly, some may think that the administration of the school has failed in its job to show the way to the younger generation and educate the students. Because, if we have someone here who sees rape and pedophilia as something fun and enjoyable, something to appreciate and take pleasure in, who knows, maybe he has already raped a classmate of his, or brutalized a girl too young to even know what sex is."