As soon as we stepped inside Pinky's home after school, the frustrations started tumbling out. "Can you believe her?" I said, dropping my backpack by the door. "The crazy bitch! I should've asked her to hit her forehead until it bled! Or just until her head was going to explode. The way Dean Walters just shut her down... and calling her a psycho bitch to her face? Great."
"I'm just glad it's over."
"Don't get too comfortable," I warned her "the look she gave me on her way out was pretty fucked up. It's pretty clear she's not going to back down after I got her fired. It's definitely not over."
Pinky's smile faltered slightly. "Yeah, you're right. She's completely unhinged. Who does that? Accuses a student of cheating because they hate the student's dad? It's so... weird."
"It's more than weird, it's dangerous," I said, pacing the living room. "She's still obsessed because my dad didn't choose her. I'm guessing since I told her to do all that she taking that failure out on me."
