10:34 am, September 17.<br/><br/>Ashley slams the door to the woman's washroom open, pulling in another woman behind her. Throwing her onto the floor, closing and then blocking the door behind. The woman on the floor is Victoria Mars, pretty, tall, rich, and all around stuck up bitch. Though none of those were the reasons that the two were in the washroom, no, because ontop of all of that she was also a drug dealer. The dealer who was also the last one to see Jessica Amber alive, her bestfriend since Rose all but disappeared. That didn't matter at this moment, this moment was about finding out what happened to her friend.<br/><br/>Ashley put a boot on the chest of the young woman, making her lay back against the ground as she leaned over her. "Now listen here you little shit, just because you have money, and mommy and daddy get you out of jail every time, makes you untouchable. While you are hella wrong, I am here to show you that, is all wrong." She growled, spitting on the girls face afterwards.<br/><br/>Victoria pushs Ashley's boot from her chest, quickly standing up, and wiping her face clean. "No, you listen here you gutter thrash. I had nothing to do with that girl's disappearance, so what I sold her some weed and M, then she just poofs. Not my fault if she freaked out and went back home, or maybe she got tried of hanging out with a looser like you and went to a different school far away from you bitch." She smirked, crossing her arms. "Or maybe she just realized what kind of thrash you are, so she just threw you to the side and left."<br/><br/>That was the last strew for Ashley, she cared deeply about Jessica, and vise versa. A rage now in this blue haired girl, punching the girl across the face. Creaking her lip, making it bleed, most likely from the heavy rings she wore on her fingers. This made Victoria's head turn to the side, spitting out some blood. The woman only seemed to laugh though, looking at her. "Oh, you are so getting sued now girl! I'll take everything you have!" She laughed, only to get another punch to the gut. As she doubled over, Ashley whispered into her ear. "To bad no one would believe you, it's not like I go to this school anymore. Nor will anyone back you up on this, no cameras, and everyone thinks you're a bitch." Ash would push the girl back, kicking the mop bucket that was blocking the door out of the way.<br/><br/>With no real no leads into her friends disappearance, Ash pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Walking from the main school building and towards the parking lot, it was still in the middle of class so no one would see her, or that was what she thought as she lit up her cigarette. She was still clearly angry, the way she moved, talked, just everything about her said pissed off punk.