Weiss growled in frustration as she entered the dorm.
"To hell with Cardin!" She roared, immediately stripping out of her skirt and boots, leaving only her sports bra and short shorts on.
Cardin had been her sparring partner today, much to her dismay and his delight. She had tried to complain to Professor Goodwitch, but her pleas fell upon deaf ears.
A dirty, filthy, horrible, scummy, asshole of a boy. Fury burned in her chest from the memory of him closing on her, of insulting her, enraging her to a point where she couldn't think straight, and then he played dirty, too, like how he proceeded to reach down as she dashed at him, grabbed her with one arm, and said, "Why don't you go find something that useless princesses can do, because you're too short and not beautiful enough for this job."
Stupid Cardin. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! STUPID!
Weiss slammed her fists on the desk, trembling with anger, and her anger turned into sorrow as she lowered herself