"Why is Stacey Keilbler always hanging on my boyfriend?" asked Amy to Jeff. She walked back and forth around the locker room intently. "I mean can't she get her own man? Or is she just too smutty to get one?"
Jeff snickered. "Amy, you need to chill…you seem tense…" Amy stopped and glared at Jeff. "I am tense! I'm angry! Pissed!" Jeff raised his hands in defense. "Whoa Aims, sorry to make you mad, but if you want Stacey to stop trying to get with Matt, you need to take her out."
"Take her out? I'll take more than that! I will kill the bicth if I have to!" Amy smiled in vengeance of the thought and rubbed her hands together. "She wants to humiliate me." She said. "She wants to ruin me and Matt. And why does she wants to do that?"
"Because she's jealous?" suggested Jeff looking at Amy and realizing what a crazy look his friend had on her face.
"Correct!" Amy turned to Jeff. "And because Matt is good looking. I can't blame her for the whole thing though, I mean what woman can't resist Matt, but that whore should know, that Mathew is TAKEN!" Jeff jumped as she yelled out the word menacingly.
"And Stacey tried to use her little tricks, but that only made me and Matt stronger. Even though I'm a little mad for having him checking her out a bit, I'm going to try to make things work and kick Stacey's ASS!" Jeff jumped again. Amy laughed to herself. Jeff thought she was crazy.
"A-And how are you going to that?" Amy looked at Jeff with an evil smile that made Jeff shuddered.
"Well, matches are so boring and especially regular ones…." She trailed off, thinking. Jeff waited.
"I think my revenge on Stacey, is to have a street fight…" Amy nodded to her match up plan, but Jeff eyes grew wide. "Are you serious? Matt would never ever let you do that!"
"Jeff, its not what Matt wants, its what I want." Said Amy in a low tone. Jeff did'nt like the sound of her voice and the plan.
"But you'll get hurt…."
"Jeff, I will not, Stacey Bicth ass Keibler is nothing but a bicth who can't fight. All she can do is prostitute her nasty self. That's why that THING is going to get a whooping of her life." Amy was ready to walk out, but Jeff stood up from the bench.
"Aren't you going to tell Matt?" his voice had a hint of worry. Amy shrugged. "If I see him. Wish me luck okay?" Jeff forced a smile at her. "Good luck." Amy left out and was ready to kill HER!