Aspen, assuming the assembly was over, looked back at the group that was being tormented by the jocks as well, offering the faintest hint of a smile before gathering her stuff and quickly leaving to find her dorm. She recalled Kaiju, who reluctantly obliged and disappeared into the Pokeball. She was rather unaware about what happened as she left.
"There she goes."
"Little bitch."
"Kinda hot, though."
"C'mon."
They seemed to converse among themselves for a brief period of time before all of them stood and followed.
She walked the halls, her hand grazing the rows and rows of simple blue lockers, when rapid footsteps interrupted her thoughts. She was just about to turn around, just a second too late, when she was slammed against the lockers.
It was an odd scene for her.
Pinned, up against a locker, a look of worry on her face with several jocks standing around her, one pressing her into the wall.
She gritted her teeth but said nothing as one of them leaned towards her ear.
"You're really going to regret talking back to us," he muttered gruffly. She grimaced.
"Am I, now?" she replied through clenched teeth, quickly looking around for an escape, when something upset her.
Something- definitely a hand- cupping her hip.
Now, Aspen wasn't the best at thinking things through, so what she did tended to be spur-of-the-moment. This was an excellent example.
Panicked, she reared up her leg and kneed him in the groin. He stumbled off, and she staggered backward, further into the lockers. She attempted to get away, but he quickly shoved her back by her shoulders.
Shit.
This wasn't going nearly as badass as she thought she would. In her head, she'd delivered swift vengeance and walked away victoriously, and that was not the case.
"There she goes."
"Little bitch."
"Kinda hot, though."
"C'mon."
They seemed to converse among themselves for a brief period of time before all of them stood and followed.
She walked the halls, her hand grazing the rows and rows of simple blue lockers, when rapid footsteps interrupted her thoughts. She was just about to turn around, just a second too late, when she was slammed against the lockers.
It was an odd scene for her.
Pinned, up against a locker, a look of worry on her face with several jocks standing around her, one pressing her into the wall.
She gritted her teeth but said nothing as one of them leaned towards her ear.
"You're really going to regret talking back to us," he muttered gruffly. She grimaced.
"Am I, now?" she replied through clenched teeth, quickly looking around for an escape, when something upset her.
Something- definitely a hand- cupping her hip.
Now, Aspen wasn't the best at thinking things through, so what she did tended to be spur-of-the-moment. This was an excellent example.
Panicked, she reared up her leg and kneed him in the groin. He stumbled off, and she staggered backward, further into the lockers. She attempted to get away, but he quickly shoved her back by her shoulders.
Shit.
This wasn't going nearly as badass as she thought she would. In her head, she'd delivered swift vengeance and walked away victoriously, and that was not the case.