Dismay

Anger

Fury

Now anger and fury aren't the same thing. Anger is when you can break an asshole's nose. Fury is you can twist each and every one of his two hundred and six bones and feed it to the dogs.

And that is exactly what I wanted to do now.

There was also something else I for the life of me I wouldn't tell anyone. I am left feeling a deep sense of embarrassment. There could be nothing worse than this.

Fifteen minutes later a rather cross Zoha, to put it very very mildly, stormed out of the main hall without a pause straight to the parking lot.

The college premises were rather desserted. Every one had almost left.

So he planned it ahead, Zoya thought murderously. She balled her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

But when she tried to get to her car, someone blocked her way.

"Little Miss Not-So-Popular", Rona called out, leaning on her BMW. She punctuated each word with overwhelming sarcasm.

Zoya paused at her Camry which was next to her BMW. But not knowing, it Rona really thought she paused at her comment.

"Did the student body meeting go well?"

Rona laughed. Zoya just wanted to drive away. She did not let her face betray the anger or the disappoinent or the humiliation she felt. Masking her feelings was something she was really really good at. People like Rona wasn't worth a millisecond of her time. So she just gave Rona a disgusting look before she stepped into her car to speed off.

"How come an orphaned charity case like you ride this?"

She thought that Rona's voice sounded incredulous. And that sent a wave of satisfaction within her. But Zoya didn't bother to give a reply. Neither did she see Rona's bitter scowl when she drove away. Rona herself didn't notice it in her preoccupation at Zoya's fancy ride. She felt belittled to own a BMW whereas the new chic who she called a charity case get to drive a Camry.

Winnie's POV

My butt has been glued on this love seat for twenty minutes straight. I was too chicken to move with my devil-spawn of a bestfriend in action.

CLATTER!! CLATTER!!! MIGHTY CLATTER!!!

What the hell was she even doing in the kitchen?

I understand her absolute necessity to let out steam. Like who wouldn't after watching three student body meetings blow up in your face without anyone showing up save a few of us. Well four if you count that very first one. But I am hungry! I desperately wanted to associate the fridge!!

I stand up and crane my neck. Oops here she comes! I sit back with my nose buried under a rather abused copy of Vogue.

If she gave me a muderous glare, then I didn't see it. She paced in front of me, from the left corner of the living room to the right, furiously clutching a rolled up file in one hand and patting her other palm with it in a very very impatient manner. I slid down on the seat pulling my face further into the magazine.

I tried to tune out what she said. For my benefit at least. Whether that Blue Isle brat asked for it or not, I didn't want to wind up in a jail cell for assisting murder.

Or plotting.

Or assist plotting.

Or assist masterplanning. But I heard most of what she said.

"Throttle him!"

"Chop him!"

"Cut him!"

"Murder him!"

"Fuck him!"

Now that last one though. I don't mind the rest, but if Zoya is serious about that last one, then I'll have to seriously protest!

PANTING!!! BREATHING HARD!!

"ERRRR!!!!! Bloody bastard!! Fucking piece of dung!! How dare he!!! I won't spare one single hair!!"

BREATHING HARD!!

"Not one or two. A whole week!!!! Rotten scumbag!! Errrrr!!!!"

"Zoya my love-"

"SHUT UP!!!! JUST SHUT UP!!!!! Don't say a one single word".

She sat down opposite of me breathing hard. Panting and pulling at her hair. Elbows on lap. I kept quiet letting her subside.

Gradually her breathing slowed. And gradually I moved the magazine away from my face, until she looked human again. Then I put the magazine aside.

"What do I do?"

She wailed dragging that last syllable. And buried her hands in her palm.

Aaah!!!! This Blue Isle brat was irritating as a bed bug. And all of a sudden, out of nowhere Zoya sat up bolt upright, causing me to jump out of my skin. She was glowing.

Now hang on a moment, when I say she glowed, I don't, I repeat I don't mean to say that she shined like an angel. No!

It was a purely Lucifer moment. Her eyes were shining with an evil glint.

"I know exactly what to do!"

Wait! Did I miss something? Wasn't she just wailing? About what to do?

You know that evil emoji? The purple one with horns. With the lips pulled up to a side? Yeah! That was exactly how Zoya looked.

Oh boy!!!