[TRIGGER WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS AND BLOOD.]

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Mindy and Rebel never saw eye to eye. They would knock heads everytime they saw each other and they have a history of fights—most of which Rebel won, the others were never finished or the girls had been separated by whoever was brave enough to intervene.

Their hatred stemmed from their opposing views and their lack of patience with each other. Their feuds dated back to when Rebel and Dakota were six years old, when they had first met. That was a day he'd never forget.

Rebel and Dakota were building sand castles on the beach while their parents were talking and gossiping, getting friendly as they played. Their castle was undergoing new additions as Dakota turned the bucket over and pulled the it up to reveal a perfect sand castle. A shadow that he hadn't noticed loomed over their castle. Rebel felt eyes on her and looked up to see a red haired girl, with freckles on her face standing there with her hands balled up on her hips.

“Who the hell are you?” Rebel asked.

“I’m Mindy and I’m new here.”

“So what? What do you want?” Rebel asked standing up, dusting her hands off on her bathing suit as she glared back at Mindy.

“Your dumb castle is in my way.” She squeaked, her voice high-pitched and annoying as enough to make Rebel cringe.

“Well, then move the hell from ‘round here, you freckled face mouse.” Mindy gasped at her, then lifted her foot up and kicked their sand castle down, dusting Dakota in sand.

“Now, what are ya gonna say about that you dummy?” Mindy asked folding her arm as if she had just conquered the world.

Rebel’s cheeks took on a grew hot, her brown eyes darkening. Her face scaring Dakota, making him cringe away from her. Rebel bent down and picked up the bucket they were using and scooped up some sand and flung it in the girl’s face. Mindy, screamed and cried at the sand now in her eyes, mouth and probably her nose. Rebel then punched her in the gut and pulled on her hair and pushed her face into the remains of their destroyed sand castle. “If you ever mess with me again I’ll make you eat more than sand.” She said, her voice eerily calm. She pulling him up beside her and storming off, tugging get new friend along after her.

From that day on whenever they crossed paths vile words were exchanged and sometimes fights broke out.

“What are you doing here, Mindy? Searching for a hair salon to handle that haphazard nest that you call hair—oh, you know, you can just go to a barber shop and get it chopped off, right?”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Very funny, at least I have hair.” she said taking a jab at Rebel.

“Is that all?" Rebel rolled her eyes. "FYI I chose to cut my hair.” Rebel jumped down from the ring, unwrapping her hands as she did so. “Do you have something to tell me, or are you just here to kill us with your disgusting appearance?” The look on Mindy’s face told Dakota that Rebel’s words gotten to her.

“Fuck you—you tomboy acting hoe.” She fired back.

“It's not an act, so why don't you fuck off and go make some friends that actually like you."

There was a chorus of 'oohs' that came from the twins, making Mindy growl as she looked at Rebel who was rolling up her bandages. "Fuck off, or I will hurt you... again.” Rebel said with nonchalance in her voice.

When Mindy didn’t look like she was going to retaliate, Rebel scoffed and turned away from her and marched off to the locker rooms.

“What are you looking at?!” She snapped, making Dakota suck his teeth at her. "Shut up Mindy."

Donny, who had recovered from his knockout laughed and shook his head, his usual afro braided back. “Damn girl, they just silenced you like a dog."

"Woof woof.” Ronny added as he threw his arm over his brothers shoulders and pulled him off tot he locker rooms. Mindy was boiling, and swore under her breath then headed for the girls locker rooms.

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Rebel exited the warm spray of the showers, shutting off it off as she grabbed her towel, and then slipped on the black slippers that she kept in personal locker. She made her way back over to where her locker was near the back of the locker room by the benches.

Rebel noticed that she wasn’t alone, she knew that there were five other girls were still taking a shower... and one on the left of her pulling on a clean pair of gym shorts. Rebel didn't shy away from checking her out and enjoying how her ass looked in her pants.

The girl caught her looking and then Rebel noticed that she knew that she was watching her. She didn't look away, instead her brought her eyes up to the girls and winked. Rebel received a smile. “Nice ass.” she said.

“Nice rack.” the girl replied turning to her as she tugged on a white tank top over her chest binding. She looked around then walked up to Rebel, a playful glimmer in her brown eyes. Rebel was certain that she's seen this girl more than once. She smiled as she turned around and ttwd her head slightly. She took out a pen from her bag and wrote down her number on a piece of paper, it was old school, but very cute. “Call me, we could train together if you like.”

“You’ve seen me fight?”

She nodded. “Yeah, and I’m jealous.” She licked her lips, shoving her hands into her front pockets. "It's Aspen, by the way. Don't be shy." She turned back to her things, pulled on a red Ad!das hoodie, swinging her bag over her shoulder and then leaves Rebel to herself. "Hmm," she smirked, looking down at the number in her hand as she blushed, she was cool, very much her speed.

Rebel shook her head and smirked turning back to the locker as she got dressed. The locker room fell into its usual semi-silence, save for the running showers.

Rebel had finished dressing as a voice breaks the semi-silence, disrupting the calming mood of the room. She sighed and turned head to see Mindy and had brought backup. Besides the ginger stood two bitches in waiting, one had a bright pink weave in and long claws, while the other had a messy short cut, her bruises running up her arms and legs, making her creamy skin look red and blue and to top it off, she had a bandaid on her right cheek, saying that she'd gotten into a fight recently... hopefully, she had lost.

“Aren’t you tired of getting beaten? And what's with the backup, can't fight fair?” she asked, turning back to her locker to retrieve a  black hoodie which she pulled on but didn't zip up.

“Excuse me?” Mindy seethed.

“You heard me. I’m not a parrot, Mindy.”

“You owe me a fight.” She says walking over to Rebel.

Rebel rolled her eyes, she didn't have time to entertain this wannabe. Rebel shook her head, swung her bag onto her shoulder and sidestepped the teen. She mimicked her actions, prompting Rebel to tightened her fist around her bag strap and glare towards her. “I’m not in the mood, so please leave me alone.” she shoved passed her regardless of Mindy being in her way

Rebel thought that she would get the message and just leave, but that bitch just didn’t know when to quit. She felt her bag get harshly yanked from her arm and heard as it slid across the tile floor behind her. Okay, that was it. Rebel was took in a calm breath, her hands trembling as she balled them up, if steam could come out of her ears, this locker room would have turn into a sauna.

“Aww, are you mad, Bell?” She teased, Rebel refused to turn around, she refused to let her get to her, she refused to start a fight... she refused to—.

“Hey Rebel," Mindy said in a whisper, "you’ll always be a lonely dumbass bitch, who will never amount to anything.” her jaw tightened as her blood boiled, her pupils shrinking as something inside of her grew repulsive to this scumbag.

“Last straw.” she snapped, she whipped around, and flung a hard right hook right into Mindy’s face.

The punch shot her back into the empty lockers. Her friends backed up at the sight, fear buzzing over their face, but Rebel didn't even take them on, instead she had her sights set on this piece of shit infront of her.

She bent down beside her and grabbed a handful of her red hair and yanked her upright. “Ow, owww!” she cried on, her eyes watering and her nose bleeding down over her mouth and shirt. Rebel didn't care, she had given her enough chances to let it go, but she insisted, so she was getting what she wanted. Once Rebel had brought her back up to her feet, Mindy reached out and held onto her wrist but she couldn’t shake her. Rebel pushed her head forward—bashing her face into the locker next to hers. “I said. I wasn’t. In. The. Mood!” she gritted out through her teeth as she hit her head repeatedly into the locker.

Someone calling out Rebel's name, and made her glance up from Mindy’s bloody and weak state, and that was enough time for her to shoved Rebel's hand off hit the top of her head underneath her chin. Rebel bit her tongue then stumbled backwards, holding her jaw as Mindy got up and pulled at her vest. The loud ripping sound I heard told me that she tore my vest.

Rebel moved back from her and saw that she tore right down the middle of her top, rendering her top useless. That bitch was gonna pay. She glared fire at her as she stood there grinning at Rebel, despite that her head and nose were both bleeding from her new wounds and her lip busted.

Rebel lunged forward at her, jumping onto Mindy as she got her my legs around her waist and took her down with her. She began pounding at her head. She tried pushing Rebel off, but she just yanked at her hair and kept punching her until she heard her screaming and crying. Her two friends were scared into a corner as they saw Rebel attacking Mindy as if she had snapped, but for Rebel, Mindy had started a fire within her that she didn't thought would burn her this bad. Rebel's fist made contact with her face, chest send as she tried to block her away. Sje herself screaming between gritted teeth until she felt someone’s arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her away. Rebel still had a death grip on Mindy's hair, and the force from her being pulled away ripped out that handful. Mindy's screams reverberated off the walls as a small crowd had gathers wrapped in towels or half dressed.

Once Rebel was set down on her own feet she pushed away whomever had the nerve to pull her off, and spun around to find out who was Mindy's savior. She gasped when she saw Aspen, the pretty girl from earlier. The fight in her deflated as she turned her sights back on the badly beaten red head. She exhaled in anger, shoving of her hoodie as she yanked off the torn vest and marched over to her discarded bag and stormed pass the girl,  brushing through the crowd that had built while she was fighting, and trashing the remainder of the vest before she made her way into the boys’ locker room.