Being the only one dressed in the clothes of a man, Corvetta felt... different from the ladies around her, which was a good thing. She never liked the exposed feelings of a dress or the breeziness of a skirt. She didn't really admire the elegance on heels on herself. She had always found a shirt and a pair of pants the perfect fit for her. And tonight, she wore a long sleeved, red and black checkered dress shirt, with a black suit over it. To pull off her
magnifique look, a pair of well-ironed black pants and black leather shoes. She piled up her black curls on top of her head and a fedora went on. Safe for the slim, feminine figure and almost inviting legs, she looked like a guy in the midst of the party. A few winks at the ladies who stared at her were enough to make them swoon a little. Whoever said masculinity in a girl was bad?
Yet...what had supposed to be a good night, turned into a major nightmare...Corvetta just stood petrified at the doorway, too shocked to even have reacted to the man who pushed his way past her in a hurry. Juliet... their sweet dear Juliet was deflowered. The innocence of a virgin just taken against her will. Corvetta knew how that would feel... secretly, she herself was a virgin, but since the topic never came up, she never told them about it. And the girl in the fedora knew that she would NEVER want to have it taken from her by force... She looked at her best friends comforted the poor girl... before she realized, she cursed for a moment at her lack of thought before charging off to look for the guy in the party. She remembered the smug smirk he had on his face as he passed by her, even after Eva jammed the heel straight to his head. The prick... he wasn't gonna even have one anymore.
She went around turning each man she could find around to take a look at his face. It was odd, a shorter 'man' just randomly looking at other men. But she knew her target. Prick. She looked around... and she saw him.
"STOP!" she yelled at the top of her lungs over the music. He was running away! With the table of drinks and snacks in between them, Corvetta didn't even care about her expensive clothes and jumped over it, breaking glass and ceramics alike, one particular piece of glass had cut deeply into the palm of her hand, but her anger was well over her pain. She wasn't stopping to prevent ruining her expensive suit or a cut on her hand. The man hurriedly charged out the door, with Corvetta hot on his heel.
After chasing for quite sometime, and well far away from the mansion, with reckless regard for herself, the girl charged and tackled the guy straight to the ground, where they eventually squabbled and threw a few punches at each other, with Corvetta landing a few solid shots and possibly even a tooth, as something white flew past her cheek. Eventually she dominated the fight, and landed punch after punch, pinning the bastard to the ground.
"YOU BASTARD! THAT GIRL! SHE!" she couldn't even make out words in her rage and just screamed wordlessly. She was barely controlling herself from ripping his eye sockets out.
"Oh? That girl?" the guy actually managed to smirk through his bloody nose and mouth.
"She's the best. Best I've ever fucked, that is."And he laughed as if proud of himself. Before Corvetta could react, a hand shot up and tightened around her throat. Her fedora had survived staying on throughout the conflict, but now she was the one struggling for her life. Now gripping her with two hands, the man sat up and shoot Corvetta until her fedora came off and her dark curls tumbled down. There was a surprised look, but then it became a malicious smirk.
"Well, well, well... look what I have here." Corvetta shuddered from the sickeningly disgusting voice, before she felt her windpipe constricted even more.
"You like pretending to be a boy do you? I'll show you what boys do that you can't."Corvetta managed to spit at the guy's face with defiance and hardened eyes.
"Oh...fiesty." he merely mused before pinning Corvetta down, still with her throat being slowly crushed. While the man leered down at her, she felt her consciousness slipping. She could feel the faint feeling of her clothes being ripped apart. She was not losing this one. She was a man. A way better man that this bastard would ever be. She let her hands wander around and thank the Heavens, she wrapped her fingers around a piece of rock. But before she could swing it, she felt her hand pinned down.
"Too bad. Saw through th-"WHAM! Nothing was stopping a desperate and enraged Corvetta. She literally crushed the rock into the man's forehead, the rock breaking into pieces, leaving a large bloody wound on his face. She pried the man's hands of her neck and breathed in the welcoming night air before throwing a one-two straight into the man's face, breaking his nose and teeth, not to mention adding another new black eye to go along with it's twin. She got up, one hand on her bruised throat and one arm around her torn suit. There were tears on her face. Angry tears... and tears of...fear?
"I'll show you WHAT BOYS can do that YOU can't!" she yelled at the semi-conscious man after she caught her breathe. "You're not a man, nor a boy! You're a beast fit to be slaughtered mercilessly!"
She walked up to the man who was just dazed on his back, still trying to blink the world into his eyes. For once, the ever lovable and cheerful, friendly tomboy, made a face no one had ever seen. She sneered at the man, her eyes devoid of warmth or mercy.
"I hope my best friend was worth it, because you're never hurting any other girl again..." she vowed silently, dangerously...
She lifted her strong, honed leg... and stomped right down on the man's favourite 'possession'.
She stared coolly at the pained, agonized look on the man as he cried out in terrible pain, slowly twisting her feet around to crush into his 'best friends'. Another stomp before she eventually left the man alone.
"If there's any person fit to be a man...it should be me. And not you." she spat at the man before kicking his head, knocking him well unconscious. She closed her eyes before a choked sob emerged from her throat.
What had she even done? Was she stupid? Her friend had already been hurt... was she trying to get herself into a similar situation as well? It was such a narrow escape... Why couldn't it just have been her and not Jules? What was going to happen to her now if the police found out about this? Doing this was never going to bring Jules's virginity back... Corvetta realized she had just done the dumbest thing she had ever done in her entire life. She was going to be charged for man assault...
Corvetta cursed at the moon for the luck her friend received tonight and cried to herself, letting off her anger, her self-despise, her fear and her pity, while the man on the ground, with two blackened eyes, a broken, bloody nose, a few lose teeth and bloodied mouth, continued to lamented his painful lose.
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