<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yolande Solomon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School corridor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Being incredibly insulting to a friendly person<br/><hr/><br/>The laugh cut into Yolande sharply. Most people weren't quite used to how easily angered she was. She stopped dead in her tracks and her lip quivered a little. She grimaced briefly and turned to face Heather, silently. She waited for the girl to finish her rambling. Some kind of vague, half flirting. Well, some of it was very blunt. It felt good to be the center of attention like this, but she didn't like the suggestion of sexuality.<br/><br/>She bit her tongue, trying to restrain herself. Part of her really, truly wanted to snap. Her surprisingly muscular arms flexed a little, enough to show through her grey top. Unintentionally her Telekinesis acted up too, but only a little. A light force pushed out from her body, only like a soft breeze but enough that it could be felt. For once her actions had consequences, and she couldn't simply snap and throw a fit as she would have when she was not under watch. Time to cut her down with words as opposed to actions. She replied with a cold tone, her words icy and harsh.<br/><br/><strong>"Maybe you should feel bad sometimes. I am better than you, and I feel bad plenty."</strong>She grinned a little maliciously.<strong>"Would you like your three words? Slutty, Dumb, Weak."</strong>Once Yolande got on a roll she just kept spinning, perhaps she hadn't meant to be quite this insulting in turn but it was hard for her to hold back once she got into this mindset. It was really the sexually suggestive nature of the other girl's words that had her angry, she felt uncomfortable and always lashed out at it. If she wasn't the one doing the flirting, she was quick to frustration.<strong>"You are not an opportunist, you are a whore. Well. You would be if you charged. I suppose that makes you easier than a whore?" </strong>She stared right at Heather as she spoke, the girls excitement making her feel slightly cruel as she let loose, but Heather had brought this on herself.<strong>"I'm sure you're a good 'fucking' friend"</strong>. She emphasised the word fucking as much as possible.<strong> "I am sure there is not a friend you have who hasn't fucked you."</strong>If Heather did anything but walk away or yell Yolande would be outright shocked. She'd yet to have anyone be determined enough to keep talking through a tirade like that.