I was too busy seething to notice the shared looks that passed between my friends.

“Anger management my ass!” I continued resentfully, my brown eyes rolling indignantly. “I know how to manage my anger very well, if you know what I mean.” I sneered, motioning to the plastic case near my feet that housed all our spare red tags. Those were my babies, all the anger management therapy I needed.

“What did you do with the guidance counselor? Did you have her fired?” Shane fishes after a beat. I sense something in her voice. I couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or morbid curiosity; but I was certain I heard a tinge of impatience and longing in her tone. Behind that cool facade of hers, I could tell that she was genuinely dying to know. I wonder why..

“Fired? No. Where’s the fun in that?” I scoffed. “Firing is such a cop out. I’d rather have some fun with her and drive her to her knees so she’d be forced to submit her resignation herself. That’ll make her punishment sweeter, don’t ya think?” I grin evilly at this, definitely excited at the prospect of giving a member of the faculty a red tag. I haven’t done that since freshman year. “I’m giving her half a day, heck, two hours max.”

“Evil.” Sammy chides half-seriously beside me.

“She deserves it.” I defend myself, and of course, she raises no further objections.

“Can I do the torturing?” Shane looked at me intensely. “Please?”

“Giving a person an orgasm is hardly what anyone would call torture, pussy brain.” Alice ribbed, shedding light on it all.

I raise my eyebrow at a sheepish-looking Shane. I should’ve know. “You have a thing for that cunt-face?”

Sam’s lips curl upwards. “She has big boobs. Of course she has a thing for her.”

“Ah.. well.” Shane shrugged, coming clean without much of a fight. It was futile to deny things anyway, we’d see right through her BS before she could say no. “She’s pretty fine looking for someone her age – and yes Sammy, her breasts were the ones that drew me in first. I mean, how could you not look at them? They were practically fighting their way out of her blouse like a pair of warring soccer moms during those big sales at Walmart.” She grinned, quirking a brow. “I’m surprised you didn’t find her attractive too, B. We’re always in sync when it comes to the boob love.”