*the characters in this story are all made up except for the cast of "Sweet/Vicious" on MTV.

"Beep, beep." It's seven in the morning, and my alarm clock goes off. Of course, I try to ignore it, but the sound keeps ringing through my ears and seeping through bones. I feel a sudden anger grow inside of me. I grab my hammer from the window ledge, that was put there last night after finding the man that touched Brooklyn. I raise it up and bring it down on the alarm clock. Pieces go flying everywhere and silence fills the room. I feel an urge to smash Nate with the same hammer, and make him walk out with serious damage, the way I did when he touched me at the party. I start to shake as I remember it, the way he snuck in and told me that it would be "our little secret."
I find myself banging the hammer on the pieces of the clock that remain on my desk. I automatically start to feel calmer. My body can't seem to move after conquering the last person on the wall. His name is Dave McClain. He is in the same sorority as Nate, and is on the team. The girl he touched, Brooklyn Johnson, a young freshmen here at Darlington. He drugged her, and did his business. Last night, we got a hold of him.
"Do you know this girl?" Ophelia asked him. He gulped and said,
"N-No. I don't." She took her fist and punched him hard in his face, making him scream out in pain.
"DO YOU KNOW THIS GIRL? DO NOT LIE TO ME!" She yelled louder.
"YES! I DO." He screamed. I walked over to him and grabbed his head making him look up at me.
"What you did to her, is unacceptable. This place has let too many people like you get away with it, and the fact that you think you are justified is disgusting." I said to him. He just sat there, his heart beat so loud I could hear it. I loved the feeling of control. The feeling of getting revenge, and making him shake with fear. The way he yelled for us to stop, just like Brooklyn did. He deserved this. I back up to let Ophelia take over.
"If you ever do what you did to Brooklyn to any other girl. We will be back." She grabbed her knife from her back pocket and stabbed him in the back he screamed as we walked away from him.
I flash a wicked smile to myself, as I remember his face, painted with fear. I hear my phone vibrate and pick it up, seeing that Ophelia texted me.
"Party time." It reads. I smile and get out of bed. I turn around to look at my shattered alarm clock. Note to self: You're gonna need a new alarm clock.