So what was expected her being blowing out one corner of the cinderblock - MAYBE cascading effect of it breaking another corner or two and falling on her foot or something - turned into a fucking ROCKET! Chica was surprised to say the least; normally when she broke stuff it actually BROKE, not went flying! How the fuck did it not break, and hell, how did it fly UP not ACROSS?!<br/><br/>"Si Violet; TOTALLY planned to flick a cinderblock through the ceiling instead of breaking it like a flick of mine should have done..." Chica sarcastically began, before it occurred to her:<br/><br/>That flash... something about that flash was familiar...<br/><br/>"Ay, chingao, that motherfucker-" she was starting to get mad, but cringed and caught her tongue as she heard a familiar - and familiarly upset - voice. "Puta madre... always her..."<br/><br/>Well, at least she could pronounce her surname. Made sense, History teacher and all, name of an Aztec goddess, yada yada... Chica turned around to face her with her tongue in her cheek while she looked up at the surprisingly tall teacher.  Also surprisingly hot, and surprisingly curvy... Chica had many a fantasy of the older woman.<br/><br/>"I didn't *decide* nothin' Mrs. Latham, and ain't nothin' wrong with how I dress, give me a break!" Chica was already exasperated. "You really think I'm dumb enough to launch a cinderblock through the ceiling, the day I turn 18 no less?!  Ask Violet and Marco; I just gave it a little flick, wasn't even aiming up! Should have turned it to dust at worst! Mark gave me a fucking enchanted brick or something! I can go grab him if you wanna yell at him too; you KNOW he can't get away from me!"<br/><br/>Seriously, if she wasn't sure she'd accidentally dislocate the boy's spine from his neck punching him out, she'd probably be running him down right now... seriously, what a fuckboy!