DELINQUENTS

Chapter Summary: Florencia is on the path to fight a hoe and Holland is trying to deter it.


GOTHAM ACADEMY

January 3, 07:50 am

Florencia Fuentes shoved her way through the elegant science hallway of Gotham Academy. Phone nearly crushed in hand and a wicked snarl on her face. She was furious as hell and ready to beat the devil reincarnated's ass once and for all.

Florencia's best friend, Holland Holidae, followed in suit, apologizing to innocent bystanders for Florencia's behavior all the while trying to calm her down from an imperial march to expulsion.

"Flor," Holland pleaded. "We don't even know if it was her!"

Florencia shook her head, still trudging her way to the front of the school. "Nope. It was that lying bitch, Clarissa Prescott! I know it, Holly. I know it!"

"So?" Holland asked. "It's just lies told by an insecure girl. You're better than this. You're better than her. Let's ditch and cool off at the mall!"

The junior ignored her best friend and continued on.

Desperately, she shouted "Violence is never the answer!"

But, before Florenica could retort she bumped into a random freshmen, railing her up more. "Watch where you're going, pipsqueak!" she yelled at the kid.

Holland grunted in frustation at her best friend's behavior like a child. She mouthed a quick 'sorry' at the kid before catching up her murderous friend.

"Flor!" Holland tried. "Let's go!"

Still ignoring her. Florencia muttered out, "She wants fire?" Reminiscing about last summer's failed cheerleading tryout. Clarissa Prescott, captain of the varsity squad, menacingly told Florencia that she didn't have enough "fire" to be on the state winning team out of spite. "Well, my specialty is God damn ice!" she yelled, pushing the front doors wide open.

Holland sighed accepting that whatever was going to go down she would back up her ride or die.


Florencia pushed the wicked bitch of the Upper East Side's Gucci backpack off the flagpole hang out and onto the dirty ground, successfully catching her attention.

Florencia stared down the ice queen of Gotham Academy with her raging emerald eyes. Clarissa's blonde hair and blue eyed "glory" did not even flinch at Florencia's hostility. Almost as though she was expecting the showdown.

"Talking shit, bitch?" Florencia asked, hovering over her. "Cause a little Eric Callahan told me that you were and that you were the one that posted the picture of Keith and me at prom and posted it online. So, do we got a motherfucking problem, bitch? Cause it damn sure sounds like we got motherfucking a problem."

Clarissa, God bless her brave little suicidal soul, stood up from her spot and stared Florencia right back down. "Yeah, we got a motherfucking problem, esé," Clarissa spat, poking at Florencia's Mexican parentage. "You slept with my man, slut!"

Florencia rolled her eyes. "Which man?" she asked. "You have a new one every other week, whore."

Clarissa pointed at Derek Garrison. "This man!" she stated. "You tried to fuck him during the game last week and don't even deny it. Many, many people saw you, you attention seeking tramp."

Florencia turned to look at the number one fuckboy in the entire school and spat on his shoes.

Yeah, they were all up on each other during the football game. Derek was angry because he was benched from the game for being a ball hogger and she was sexually frustrated due to school stress. They have had hate sex before leading them to believe they could do it again. So, they did a little 2nd base action behind the bleachers. But she stopped the second he made a lust filled confessed about him having a girlfriend for the last 3 months during their consensual makeout session. Yet, he didn't and continued to grope her up until she laid a good haymaker on him, effectively knocking him out. And of course his girlfriend had to be Clarissa hija-de-su-puta-madre Prescott.

Normally, Florencia would just brush this all under the rug and pretend their relationship never happened, but Clarissa found out and decided that Florencia was the only guilty party in the situation. So, she leaked photos of Keith Meyers, the deputy mayor's son, and her Marvin Gaye and getting it on during junior prom to the paparazzi and told them she only did it for money. Then, proceeded to spill rumors about Florencia sleeping with the whole lacrosse team. Also, getting her kicked out of the dance squad she joined after Clarissa's cheer rejection because Clarissa told them she got breast implants. And that's when the line was crossed.

Florencia always knew Clarissa had it out for her. After all, she was valedictorian and the she-devil was salutatorion. Flore was captain of the dance team ane Claire was captain of the cheer squad. Their little game had been going on since freshmen year, now as juniors they got more fierce. They both would do anything to be queen of Gotham Academy. Only Clarissa had much more dirty tactics.

"Yeah, I fucked your boyfriend," Florencia confessed to Clarissa. "Didn't know you were the one getting my sloppy seconds though. Guess I should check with my OB/GYN just in case I get the clap." she clapped at the mention of the STD to make a more dramatic effect.

The group of students that Florencia barely noticed were there laughed at it resulting in Clarissa huffing out her nose in embarrassment. She needed to do something quick to maintain her status as the alpha bitch or else Florencia the second class citizen would soon take her place, again.

"Oh, please. The only thing you got is a fake rack." Clarissa told her.

Florencia scoffed. "Quit talking about my winter surgery!"

"You get a surgery when you get appendicitis," she informed. "You! Got! A! Boob job!"

"Yup sure did and my man loooves them," Clarissa open her blazer and showed her brand new Ds to the crowd. Many of the men nodded in approval, practically imagining fondling them.

"Really, which one?" Clarissa asked, bringing the attention back to her. "Because you seem to be having a new one every week! Just like your cheap escort of a mother!"

Florencia snarled at Clarissa. Everyone knew that her mother was a high-end escort. It's not like she hid it all that well. She was grateful for whatever her mother did to make money. It allowed them to live in a nice comfy apartment and attend the best preparatory in the country. "Your father sure as hell didn't say that when he asked for her specifically last week. Having family problems are we, Clarissa? Is Daddy done with your stuck up bitch of a stepmother already? I thought this 3rd one would have lasted a lot longer than the rest."

The whole crowd oo'd at her retort.

"At least my father isn't a criminal like yours! Remind me again, when was the last time you saw your terrorist of a father in Belle Reve?"

Florencia's hand turned into a fist. Her father's situation was a sensitive subject for her and that bitch fucking knew it.

"That's rich coming from a girl whose father works on Wall Street! Remind me again, how much his company stole from people's pensions last year? Yeah, that's right, gold digger. You may be richer than me, but don't think for a second that you're better than me. A white collar crime is still a crime, sweetheart. Criminal Justice 101!"

Clarissa scoffed. "Listen here, junkie. There's no way you can possibly be better than me when you have to snort to even be on my level. But like father, like daughter, right?"

And just like that, the greatest fight in Gotham Academy occurred. Florencia launched on Clarissa pushing her past the doors of the school and into the school. However, Clarissa took 3 years of self-defense due to her mother's paranoia about living in Gotham. Thus, catching Florencia off guard, allowing Clarissa the upper hand. She was straddling Florencia throwing blows to her face. However, Florencia got expelled from public school for fighting in the Narrows, and that was a hard thing to do in the ratchet part of Gotham. That meant that Florencia had to get into multiple fights to even be considered for expulsion.

Florencia grabbed Clarissa's hair and pulled it allowing her an advantage to get out of arguably the worst position in a fight. She tried to slam the blonde's head to the cement floor, but Clarissa's best friend, Elizabeth Jared, ganged up on Florencia by kicking her in the stomach while helping Clarissa up.

Now, Holland is Florencia's best friend since the beginning of the time, but Florencia chose to fight Clarissa the second she went out those doors. Leaving Holland to stay out of the whole ordeal. Plus, Holland is a lenient pacifist unless violently provoked then, it's all rules out the window. Or when someone is fighting unfairly. Like now.

Immediately, Holland jumped in to push Elizabeth off of Florencia. "Aye, back off! This is Clarissa and Florencia's fight!"

Elizabeth punched Holland square in the face causing Holland to fall back onto the middle of the hallway due to the impact.

"Come at me again, cirque de freak!" Elizabeth snarled, towering over her small frame. "Or else?"

Holland took a deep breath allowing her anger to release from her body. Once again calmness overtook her. With a grimace on her face, Holland turned to leave the situation but out of nowhere was stopped by Wendy Becker, Elizabeth's closeted girlfriend. Wendy threw Holland at the lockers. Instantly, Holland tried to fight her off without actually hurting her, but failed.

Wendy punched Holland in the face. For a split-second, Holland had the upper hand when she mustered up all her strength to flip her position with Wendy's and punch the girl. But, the kid that Florencia yelled out earlier pulled her away before she was able to land a punch and got elbowed in the face instead. The kid fell back only to be caught by his ginger friend. Looking around, Holland noticed that there was a crowd around both of the fights going on. Most with their phones out recording or yelling "fight". Barbarians, she thought.

Holland's temporary distraction allowed Wendy to grab Holland back again, but luckily Holland was able to hip throw Wendy off her. Holland smiled a bit to herself, but it didn't last long.

Apparently, the move seemed to infuriate Elizabeth to the point of total unleashed aggression. So, this time it was Elizabeth who threw her back onto the lockers and began kneeing her in the stomach and scratching her face. Quickly, Wendy recovered enough to restrain a tired Holland giving Elizabeth more access to go off on Holland.

As much as she tried Holland couldn't continue. She was outnumbered and being humiliated by getting her ass kicked by two freaking prep school witches!

Knowing that she was losing the fight and possible consciousness, Holland decided to take extreme measures and use the Veil of Purgatory on the girls. To end the fight, Holland did a no-handed kip up and used her flexibility to press pressure against both of the girl's nerves effectively taking them out in under half a minute. She smiled in relief when she saw Florencia give Clarissa one last kick in the stomach before turning to face her.

"How's that for fire?"Florencia asked the ex-queen bee.

The best friends tiredly high fived each other, tired smiles present in their faces.

"You look like shit," Florencia bluntly told her.

Holland spat out blood on the floor and began to lean on the lockers for support. "I just got my ass handed to me by two girls," she breathed out. "Two! And you're one to talk, ending of Rocky lookin' ass."

Their victory didn't last long when they saw the principal walk up to them with the security guard spraying the entire section of the hallway where the fights occurred with pepper spray.

And just like that their smiles fell.


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