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Post by Faiqa Ditonno on Jun 24, 2007 3:02:48 GMT -5
Faiqa's brown eyes had turned darker and a cocky smile was on her face. Lissa was standing, she was sitting. Obviously, she'd just poked Lissa's nerve. "Well, slut face, I could do this anytime. It's easy to provoke you," she said with a bored tone as she glared at Lissa's eyes, "You're weak." The you're weak part came in a mischievous low whisper. Hell was to break lose today.
The teacher had been long gone since the cellphone incident. She had went out to get coffee or something. Fai stood up with her head held high and faced Lissa. Their faces only inches away, she proclaimed the words that made the other students light up,
"Game on."
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jun 24, 2007 19:55:00 GMT -5
Lissa barely listened to whatever noises were coming out of Faiqa's mouth. Faiqa was always chirping away, trying to make herself sound cool. Lissa tuned in when Faiqa's face changed. "You're weak." Lissa couldn't help but smile at that. Sure, Lissa let Faiqa push her buttons, but only as an excuse to get worked up enough to fight her. With her adrenaline going like this, Lissa would have taken on anyone. Thank god that idiot of a teacher had left the room. She probably would have fainted.
"Game on." The two seniors stood nose to nose for a moment. "Sounds good to me" Lissa quickly grabbed Faiqa by the shoulders and roughly shoved her backwards, knocking Faiqa into her desk. Lissa had shoved Faiqa with such force that the desk moved quite a few feet when Faiqa collided with it. Lissa regained her stance, preparing herself for whatever Faiqa had to offer.
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Post by Faiqa Ditonno on Jun 26, 2007 7:18:31 GMT -5
Faiqa stood up after hitting the wooden desk. Sure, she felt the pain but nothing could get her out of this fight. She moved on forward, grabbing Lissa by her hair and punching her in the face. 'So this is when kick boxing pays off,' she thought for a moment, 'sort of...' Her hand had come into contact with Lissa's face about one or two times when a little sophomore approached for a juicier angle.
"What?!" Faiqa asked in a sharp and harsh tone as she took her hands off of Lissa and glared at the kid. Bad move. Lissa was free.
[ooc: uhm, I think that was pp but...it's ok if it is x.x]
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jun 26, 2007 16:29:54 GMT -5
((ooc: well its hard to fight someone w/o pp!))
Lissa was surprised at Faiqa's offensive maneuvers. She must have hit the gym since their last bout. The first punch landed solidly on her cheeck, but Lissa moved with the following hits so they didn't do too much damage. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to have a shiner for a few days, but she wasn't going to need stitches, which was always a good thing. Lissa was vaguely aware of the kids watching, completely enthralled, from around the room. Faiqa turned away to snap at one of them. That was a big mistake. Lissa took the opportunity and lunged forward, hitting Faiqa around her waist and tackling her to the ground. She put one knee in the middle of Faiqa's back and grabbed her hands behind her. "Are you about done, you anorexic ho?"
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Post by Faiqa Ditonno on Jun 27, 2007 4:56:28 GMT -5
[ooc: exactly..i hope you don't mind if i actually pp by accident/need.]
As she was tackled onto the floor, she was thinking. Faiqa's heart was racing. She hadn't known a move to get out of this. She let out a silent cry as Lissa pressed her knee against Faiqa's slender frame. Okay, now what was she to do?
She smiled, thinking all of a sudden. "Not yet you obese bitch!" she cried as she flipped her legs backwards. Both feet had hit Lissa's own back. Lissa was lucky that it wasn't a stiletto day. The Converse didn't do much damage but she was guessing it still hurt alot.
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jun 28, 2007 0:33:44 GMT -5
Lissa grunted and her back muscles contracted painfully as Faiqa's sneakers hit her in the ribs. The kick was pretty good, but it sure as hell made Lissa madder. She twisted Faiqa's arms more tightly behind her. "Is that really all you got?" Lissa took both of Faiqa's wrists in one hand and grabbed her hair with the other. But before things could get really good, the oversized babysitter -also known as the teacher supervising detention- returned with a ceramic mug of coffee from the teacher's lounge. The teacher saw the two girls sprawled on the floor and screamed. She threw her cup in her shock, which, upon hitting the floor several feet away, shattered and sprayed coffee and pieces of ceramic in a hectic arc towards the students, who gasped and protected their faces or Louis Vuitton purses from the spray depending on their gender. At the sound of the scream, Lissa let go of Faiqa and hopped to her feet, eyes wide, holding her hands up by her shoulders in the universal symbol of 'I wasn't doing anything, I swear.' She said the only thing that could be said at a moment like this: "She started it"
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Post by Faiqa Ditonno on Jun 29, 2007 5:16:52 GMT -5
As they settled down and the mug shattered, Fai looked at Lissa in total disgust. She couldn't believe that Lissa Faye was playing the blame game. It was just so... immature. She tilted her head to one side as the teacher told them they'd have an extra hour of detention for this ruckus. Faiqa blew some strands of hair out of her face and ploppeed down on the plastic and metal chair.
"Great. Now I miss my yoga class," she murmured. Damn.
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jun 29, 2007 15:48:58 GMT -5
Lissa was grateful that the only punishment was an extra hour of detention. The teacher had redeemed herself for leaving the room by seating Lissa as far away from Faiqa as she could possibly be and still be in the detention room. Lissa grinned at the irate Faiwa as they settled into their chairs. She thought the extra detention was more than worth it for the opportunity to kick Faiqa Ditonno's prissy little ass in school in front of an audience.
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Post by Faiqa Ditonno on Jul 6, 2007 0:05:01 GMT -5
Faiqa started scribbling profanities in her little black notebook. It was actually her "little black book of secrets." Secrets being gossip. Damn. Shit. Fuck. You name it! Time flew by quicker, with Lissa not around to bug her.
Soon enough, the extra hour was through and Faiqa would make it to yoga...With atleast an hour and a half left! She grabbed her prada bag the moment the teacher said, "Go." She leapt out of her seat and into the hall.
Was Lissa gonna bother her out here?
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Post by Lissa Faye on Jul 6, 2007 0:18:01 GMT -5
The teacher's voice snapped Lissa out of her catnap. She yawned and looked around the room. It was empty. She stretched her arms over her head, listening to her shoulders and neck crack. She stood up and shook the last of the sleep from her head. Lissa walked out of the room, rubbing the spot on her face that Faiqa had punched. It was a little sore. She would be sporting a small bruise on her cheekbone for a few days, but nothing that couldn't be covered with concealer. She looked down the hallway and saw Faiqa storming away. Lissa wrinkled her nose at the departing figure. It wasn't worth it to fight that bitch twice in one day. She flicked her hair off her shoulder and headed off in the opposite direction.
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Post by Faiqa Ditonno on Jul 7, 2007 2:06:30 GMT -5
Fai turned around just a second and caught Lissa's eye. With a smug smile, she turned away and headed off. The day was finally over. She was ready for her relaxation in yoga. Happiness. Relief. Serenity. They were all coming back to Faiqa now. She continued walking while humming some random tune.
'Yoga, here I come.'
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