Catalina felt the buzz in her back pocket, hurriedly her fingers reached out for the PDA. 

[i][b]1 New Email[/b][/i]

[b]"[color=fff200]You . . . you're the bitch who shot me aren't you?[/color]"[/b]

The email came on a very bad timing.

The girl called out to her, but her voice was drowned out by the noises of the crowd. Catalina frowned as she saw a familiar face stepping out of the crowd of the on-going traffic of students. She had a bad feeling about it. 

*"Fetita," The venmous undertones in her words unnerved more of the students, rushing to stay away from the two. Catalina stared into the girl's eyes before speaking once more. " You are mistaken."

She really needed something to drink. Her throat felt dry, and it was a feeling that she didn’t quite like. Catalina was a person who dislike being called certain names. All she needed to do was throw the first punch, it would have been enough for Catalina to demonstrate her melee skills. 

But as of today, she had stayed away from creating trouble. She push a strand of black hair behind her ear and walked away from the student. Her eyes soon fell back on PDA, focusing her attention back to the current email which informed about early dismissal. 

*Little girl