"Oh look who it is!" Bella Wilkinson says to Shannon as we walk down the hallway. I know she feels me tense, I feel her glare. "Please don't Joey." She hisses, trying to ignore them.

"Hey! Don't ignore me." Bella says, putting out her foot and tripping Shannon up.

I think I see red. No way she just did that in front of me. No fucking way.

Shannon lands on the floor, and I look at the bitch who even dared to trip her up but she's already being ragged.

A girl I don't recognise pulls her hair and slams her straight into a fucking locker. "The fuck did I tell you, hm? Didn't I tell you to stay the fuck away from her?"

Bella stutters like a scared little lamb, until the random girl let's go of her, "Touch her again and I'll make your life hell."

And she walks away. Like pure fire and mischief. She doesn't even look at me or Shannon, just walks back down the hall, skirt too short, hair swaying behind her.

Bloody hell. I avert my gaze to Shannon, who's up and brushing the dust and dirt off her clothes. "Who the fuck was that, Shan?" I blurt, looking down the hall where the devil herself just disappeared.