Cal had raised a fist, as if about to hit Erika right in the nose. However right before she was about to strike she reminded herself about the rules. The anger on her face slowly was replaced with a look that was a mixture of realization and slight fear. She listened to Erika, her eyes unblinking, as she told Cal about how much power she held over her. During this she didn't release Erika's collar, her fist still raised in a way that showed that she could punch at any time if she wanted to. 

That was the question. Did she want to?

If she was to punch Erika that would be the end. Cal would be kicked out. She knew Erika would play the 'poor helpless victim type' and doubted that anyone would listen to Cal's side of the story. That would be the end of it. On second thought, the street wasn't all that bad, she could mooch off friends for a bit. But did she really want to be a mooch? Slowly, Cal's fingers released Erika's collar. Eventually Cal let go of Erika. "What a fucking coward. Fighting dirty. Get me all angry just to show how smart you are." Cal started walking away from her lunch table, ready to go back to her guest room. "I hope your shitty personality comes to bite you in the ass." Cal allowed herself to take a deep breath. Erika was just a bully. Cal hated bullies. 

[i]"Safe haven my ass."[/i] Cal thought as she walked walked out of the dining area, fists still clenched in her pockets. Just to be safe Cal would delete her text messages when she returned to her room.