Still quivering with fury, Lemon Zest checked her phone. Twenty minutes until first period. That should be more than enough time to find Sour Sweet. I don't care who sees what happens when I find her. I'll drag her out of the classroom by her goddamn hair if I have to! She had to at least keep some of her emotions in check. If she just saw her and called her out while screaming, someone would more than likely restrain her.

I may be immensely pissed right now, but I have to be careful. I want to get at least one good shot at her. she thought, barely keeping her emotions in check. She scoured the halls at a frantic pace searching for her quarry. I know she's around here somewhere! She stopped for a moment and took a deep breath, calming herself slightly. If I go down the halls looking like a psychotic murderer any longer people are bound to notice. Just stay calm, Lemon. Let the rage come when it needs to. She walked slowly down the hall, playing a tune on her headset to keep her fury at bay until the right moment. She turned a corner and spotted her target a few feet down the hallway. Found you! she thought, and turned the tune off.

Feeling her rage build, Lemon slowly walked towards Sour. She knew the girl wouldn't run away, she wasn't a coward by any means. She gave Sour her worst death glare, announcing her intent. Other students in the hallway were fortunately oblivious to the stare-down happening in their midst, going about their own business.

Lemon Zest stopped, her face inches away from Sour Sweet's. "How could you?" said Lemon, feeling the tears returning. "I bared my soul to you that day, hoping that something wonderful would come from it. Instead, I got rejection. Which would have been fine, but it wasn't just any rejection. Nooo. You had to go bipolar on me. The one time I let my guard down in front of a schoolmate, and you go all bitch mode on me." Her hands began to shake. "That was one of the worst days of my life. Do you know how long that day has haunted me? Do you have any idea what I've been through because of it?!"

Sour Sweet's expression was unreadable, but it seemed that she was listening. For once.

"Now, that incident alone was bad enough." Lemon Zest continued, tears streaming down her face. "But to go and tell Principal motherfucking Cinch about it? That's a new low. Even for you." She laughed bitterly. "I think it's pathetic, really. That you went out of your way to make me miserable not once, not twice, but three times!" She felt herself slowly losing control. "What kind of sick, twisted, sad and lonely person are you that you get off on watching me break down in front of you? Do my tears of pain amuse you? Am I just some kind of sentient punching bag for you to take out your frustrations about your life on me?!"

Sour Sweet's face turned into a mask of anger. "You don't know anything about me." she said, the tone of her voice low and threatening. "And leave my home life out of this!" she snapped.

"Oh!" said Lemon, outraged. "Like you left the confession of my feelings to you out of this? The way I see it, I was just playing by your rules! Turnabout is fair play, you motherfucking sociopath!" Lemon's voice increased in volume, but not enough to catch the attention of the other students passing by. Suddenly, a thought occurred to Lemon, and realization dawned on her as her eyes widened. "I think I get it now." she said, as if struck with a life-changing revelation.

Sour Sweet raised an eyebrow, her expression of anger fading.

Lemon laughed softly. "It all makes sense now. I can't believe it took me this long to figure it out..."

Sour Sweet's expression remained unchanged.

"You're jealous of me." Lemon said. "I have the home life you don't have. The life you wish you had. Neither you nor I have any friends, but I come home to a family that loves me. You, on the other ha-"

"Shut the hell up!" said Sour Sweet, her voice now rising in volume. Her expression turning from neutral to angry.

Feeling vindicated but still angry, Lemon Zest pressed the advantage she had, for once enraging Sour Sweet instead of the other way around. It felt almost cathartic. "When you're here, you take out your frustrations on me because at the end of the day you know you have nothing to return to. Like I said: pathetic."

"I said shut the fuck up!" Sour Sweet said, rage slowly taking her over. Her face was red.

"No. I won't." said Lemon Zest, slowly unsheathing her rage in the same way a samurai would unsheathe his katana. "Because you crossed the line, telling the Principal about something that was meant to be confidential. Between you and me alone. Come to think of it, your name doesn't make any sense. You're not sour, and you sure as hell aren't sweet. All you are..." she said, lowering her volume to that of a whisper. "Is bitter."

Now Sour Sweet was trembling with nearly uncontrollable fury. She had been angry before, but even Lemon Zest never saw her this furious on her worst day. "Not. One. More. FUCKING. Word." she said through gritted teeth. Breathing heavily, she had begun to give Lemon Zest a death glare of her own.

Despite the look on Sour Sweet's face, Lemon Zest smiled. She quickly found a tune on her phone and started playing it. Her katana was fully drawn now, and simply to spite Sour Sweet, she said one last word: "Good." Letting her anger explode, she shrieked in fury and swung her right arm with all of her might, planting it straight on Sour Sweet's jaw.