Angie walked to her locker and smiled at those she knew. Most looked at her and smiled several pressed themselves against their lockets fearing her wrath. Being the head of the Cheerleading Squad and the Lead dance team member gave her alot of free reign about the school. Grabbing her history book she walked down the hall. Waving to the other cheerleaders as she walked. Her short skirt seemed to fly up slightly with each step. Several of the seniors looked upon her with lust but stayed back from her. Far to many of them have seen what she did to the last guy who tried to touch her.<br/><br/>Angie bumped into one of the guys slightly and shurgged as she started to walk away. Grabbing her arm he looked at her winked, "If you want it that bad, I will happily help you out." Lust filled his voice. Rolling her eyes as she jerked her arm away. "I'd like to see you try." Stomping on his foot with her three high heel shoes. The heel of her shoe going through the fabric covering his foot quickly and cutting into his flesh. Pulling her foot away she groans. "Blood all over my new Prada's."<br/><br/>Walking towards the bathrooms everyone starts to laugh at the guy. Most new better than to try to touch her.