Badass college girls

Senorita Leo perched on the edge of her bed, eyes fixed on the campus outside her window. The sun fought weakly against the heavy clouds, but it did little to chase the gloom pressing on her chest. College had been her chance to rewrite her story, to leave behind the ghosts of high school. But the scars from those years-ugly, deep, and stubborn-refused to fade.

She had built a fortress around herself, one made of sarcasm, defiance, and cold indifference. It was easier that way. Tougher. No one could get close enough to hurt her again.

"Senorita, school resumes today. Get ready," came Lake's voice from outside her door, breaking her reverie.

But her thoughts had already drifted elsewhere. To the past. To junior high. Those years, though they felt like another lifetime, had shaped her into who she was now. They had taught her lessons about survival-the hard way. The kind of lessons only learned through humiliation, betrayal, and cruelty.

But she wasn't weak anymore. She had sworn to herself that she'd never be that girl again. And she wouldn't let anyone forget it.

... ... .

.... ... . ... . The classroom door creaked open, and in walked three girls-no, queens-with a kind of slow-motion swagger usually reserved for runway finales and final boss battles. Heads didn't just turn-they snapped.

It wasn't just because they were thirty minutes late. It was because they were Senorita, Swan, and Lake.

They entered like they owned the room-no, like they were the room. They were chaos dipped in defiance, and the rest of us? We were the extras, the peasants, the wallpaper.

Mr. Finn's eyes narrowed behind his crooked glasses. "You're thirty minutes late. Again." His voice was a mix of disbelief and frustration. "Where were you three? Fashion Week?"

Lake yawned dramatically, tossing her curly hair over her shoulder. "I was sleeping. Didn't know the sun had the audacity to rise without warning."

Swan, ever poised, adjusted her skirt. "I was waiting for them, obviously."

Mr. Finn's glare landed on Senorita. "And what's your excuse, Miss Leo?"

Senorita sighed, stretching her arms like she had all the time in the world. "Honestly? I miss the peace and quiet when you're not around. A whole week without your voice? Blissful."

A ripple of laughter spread across the class-the kind that comes when a lion mocks a mouse.

Mr. Finn's knuckles whitened around his chalk. "Excuse me?"

Senorita smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Did I stutter, Mr. Finn? I said I missed you... so much."

More laughter. Even the quietest kid was stifling a grin.

"My legs are killing me," Senorita declared, sliding into her seat like she was auditioning for a royal throne. "Should I walk out again, or are we done here?"

Mr. Finn seethed, his face twitching with barely contained anger. "Solve that equation. If one of you gets it right, I'll forget your late entrance. If not, detention for all three of you. For a week."

Senorita raised an eyebrow. "This equation? Please. Even Google would tap out."

"Then maybe you'd prefer detention?" Mr. Finn shot back.

"Let's make it interesting." Senorita stood, her voice ringing out above the murmurs. "If I solve it correctly, you'll do whatever I say for one month. All of it. Even the impossible."

The class went silent, as if the very air had thickened. Whispers spread like wildfire. This was about to get good.

Mr. Finn shot her a hard glare. "And if you fail?"

"Easy," Senorita grinned. "I'll do anything you want. But only if I fail. So, what's it going to be?"

The tension in the room was palpable. Mr. Finn's eyes darted between the equation on the board and Senorita, calculating. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, he nodded.

"Fine. You're on."

Senorita approached the board with the confidence of a conqueror. She grabbed the marker, her movements sharp, deliberate. It wasn't just math-it was a performance. A work of art. In less than a minute, she stepped back, arms spread wide.

"Done."

Mr. Finn stared at the board, his eyes flicking back and forth as if he could will a mistake into existence. But there was nothing. Not a single flaw.

"You're right," he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. "You win."

Senorita turned to face the class, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Don't forget our deal, Mr. Finn. One month. And I have plans for you."

The class erupted into applause, the sound thunderous in the small room. Someone shouted, "Queen S!" Another voice called, "Don't be a coward, Mr. Finn!"

Mr. Finn grumbled and stormed out, his frustration practically radiating off him.

Senorita waved lazily after him. "Try not to trip on your ego, Mr. Finn."

"Looks like she really got to him," Lake said, as Senorita sank back into her seat.

"You know it," Senorita replied, flashing a smug grin. "You've just witnessed a queen in action."

---

The lunchroom buzzed with the kind of energy only a well-executed scandal could create. Students gathered in their cliques, but the whispers? They were all the same: Senorita Leo had won. And they were dying to know how.

She strutted in like a storm, hips swaying with purpose, her smirk sharp as a blade. Today's target? Mr. Finn. And the way she walked out of that classroom? You'd swear she had the entire school wrapped around her finger.

At their usual table, Swan leaned in, voice low and mischievous. "You know, I think Mr. Finn might need therapy after what you just did. You basically made him your personal assistant for the next month."

Senorita took a bite of her sandwich, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. "That's the plan. By next week, he'll be greeting me with 'Yes, Your Highness.'"

Lake raised an eyebrow. "You do realize the management office is probably ready to explode, right?"

Senorita shrugged nonchalantly. "Let them explode. I'll rebuild it into something prettier."

Swan let out a low whistle. "Queen energy at its finest."

Lake still wasn't convinced. "You're playing a dangerous game."

Senorita's smirk deepened. "Danger is my comfort zone."

Just then, the intercom crackled to life, shattering the moment. "Senorita Leo, please report to the management office. Immediately."

"Speak of the devil," Swan muttered.

Senorita rolled her eyes. "I'm eating. Priorities."

"You're really not going?" Lake asked, voice tinged with worry.

Senorita continued eating, unfazed. "My sandwich isn't going to eat itself."

"You're one of a kind," Swan said, shaking her head.

"I'm not called Senorita Leo for nothing," she quipped, savoring her victory.

Lake frowned. "What if they expel you?"

Senorita wiped her mouth with a napkin and laughed. "Expelled? Not even close. The school would lose its best attraction. They know that."

"You can't be serious," Swan said, smirking. "They'd never let you go. Not with all the drama you bring."

---

Across the cafeteria, the football team was having their own conversation. It always started with, "She's insane," followed by, "But you've got to admit, she's got balls."

One of them shook his head, grinning. "You don't get it. Senorita Leo's different."

The last guy, eyes glinting with amusement, added, "If she's the Queen, I wanna be her King."

"Dream on," another one scoffed. "She'd chew you up and spit you out."

And then there was Sugar.

Rose College's heartthrob, the bad boy with a smile that could melt hearts and a reputation darker than midnight. He leaned back at the back table, eyes fixed on Senorita Leo like she was a puzzle he couldn't resist solving.

"Well, well, well," Sugar drawled, his voice low and teasing. "Senorita Leo. The girl who thinks she can take on the world."

He tilted his head, his eyes scanning her with a slow, calculated gaze. "I'm starting to think she's more than just talk."

One of his friends nudged him, a grin tugging at his lips. "You're intrigued."

Sugar's lips curled into a smirk. "Let's just say... she might be fun to play with."

---

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, Sugar's gaze lingered on Senorita a moment longer than necessary. His drink sat untouched, but his mind? It was already a few steps ahead.

"Yo, Sugar," one of his guys called, already packing up his stuff. "You coming, or are you just gonna stare at Queen Leo all day?"

Sugar's grin deepened as he stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I'm thinking."

"Thinking?" another friend echoed, raising an eyebrow.

Sugar's smirk stretched wider. "She might be the first challenge I've had in years. Let's see what happens when a wildfire meets an ice storm."

---

Senorita Leo had made her mark. The teachers hated her. The students feared her. The boys lusted after her. And Sugar-the most dangerous heartbreaker on campus-had finally found someone who could make his pulse skip.

The tension wasn't just simmering. It was about to boil over.

---

Management Office

Senorita opened the door without knocking, striding in like she owned the place. Mrs. Davis, the stern head of administration, looked up from her papers, eyes narrowing in irritation. "Where are your manners?"

"Lost them somewhere between physics and your tone," Senorita replied, stepping inside without hesitation.

"You'll leave when I say so," Mrs. Davis snapped.

Senorita tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Then say it, and I will."

"You're testing my patience, young lady."

Senorita raised an eyebrow. "Then maybe switch to decaf."

Mrs. Davis stood up, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. "You're rude and out of line."

Senorita put a finger to her lips. "Shh. Calm down. Don't want you throwing a tantrum in those heels."

Mrs. Davis clenched her fists. "Did you just-?"

"Call you a dog? I didn't say that. Unless you think you are one." Senorita's tone was sickeningly sweet, like poison in a sugar bowl.

Mrs. Davis glared at her, her lips trembling. "You will regret this, Senorita Leo."

Senorita's smile was cold and calculating. "Regret? Oh, Mrs. Davis, I don't regret things. I create legends out of them."