With how tiresome the day had been, Rhonda decided the best course of action was to simply head back to her room and rest. She sighed and began marching back that way, the silence of the now-emptied halls only broken up by the sound of her wings occasionally twitching and rubbing against each other. Occasionally, someone would pass by her through one of the intersections, slowing down to give the draconic girl a surprised look before hurrying on their way. She was unique for that, at least - most girls probably wouldn't be expecting anyone to be so radically transformed so early in the semester. Part of her wondered if her acceptance of this body might end up spurring on a much more radical transformative season than anyone had initially expected, or hoped for.
So busy was the latina with pondering the repurcussions of her actions, that she failed to take visual note of someone sitting on the stairs as she walked them by. The other girl, however, certainly took note of Rhonda, attention first drawn by the tail in the corner of her eye, followed by a long look at the dragon-girl slowly walking away. She announced her observation of the departing reptile with a contemptible snort, followed by the exact sort of snooty commentary that she would have expected from someone as bratty as Abigail. "Someone certainly spent a while pouting, didn't she?"
Her fists were already clenched into fists as she turned to face Abigail, wings spreading a bit wider as if to make her look larger. "You after a rematch, you little bitch?!" She snapped, "Don't worry, I've learned a valuable lesson today about not holding back shit when it comes to you!" As it to emphasize the point, her tail whipped off to one side, picking up enough speed to crack like a whip. For a moment she was distracted with how goddamn cool that made her feel - definitely something she was going to have to break out more often.
"Oh please, don't be such a sore loser." Abigail sighed as she shoved her phone back into her purse, pushing some of her prim dark hair back as she stepped a bit closer to Rhonda. "I would hope that if you learned anything today, it's that I'll no longer be cowed by your barbaric threats. That, and..." She trailed off, only to giggle slightly. "Well, I would hope you'd be able to finally admit something to yourself... but as thick as you seem to be sometimes, I doubt that'd ever happen."
She sneered, flapping her wings threateningly at Abigail. "I realized exactly how much of a shitbag you are years ago."
"And yet you still can't resist me."
The dragon's brow furrowed. "What the hell are you on about?"
"Rhonda, my dear, we've known each other how many years? Let's please, just end this charade." She stepped even closer, now only a foot away from the latina girl and entirely unphased by any of her bodily threats. "I've known it from the first time I saw you tagging along with Wienerschintzel, honestly. I saw it in your eyes. You want me, and you always have."
With a smug smile, she began closing in, and Rhonda found herself compelled to step backwards towards the nearest wall. "I can hardly blame, you really," Abigail mused as she forced the other girl back. "Poor little you, stuck with your boring mortal life, and your cranky, problem-child best friend... and then you saw me. Rich, beautiful, surrounded by friends, excelling at everything she does... let's be honest, Rhonda. It was love at first sight."
She opened her mouth to declare that the snooty girl before her was crazy, only to be suddenly silenced by the sound and feeling of her back slamming against a wall. Abigail merely kept closing in, a hand now propping up against the wall next to Rhonda's head as she leaned in. "But you never could manage to admit it, could you? You were always just too stubborn, too proud to admit what you knew deep down... that you weren't good enough." She sighed. "You were just sure, weren't you, that a poor kid like you could never get my attention. You were so sure of it that you never stopped to ask... why did we always keep running into each other? Why was my life always tied up with Sofia's, and in turn, yours?"
"Because you're a psycho bitch?" Rhonda quickly spat out between the increasingly loud thumps of her heart.
The rich girl laughed the same sort of wicked little laugh she'd heard far too many times for comfort. "Maybe. Or maybe I was hoping you'd wise up." Her other hand raised up, tugging at the buttons at the top of Rhonda's shirt. The hormones now surging through the latina kept her from being able to swat off Abigail's touch. "All those years, I kept hoping you'd finally figure it out... it's my fault, really. I should have been more... direct, in quelling all your silly little fears. After all, you might be poor, you might be a mortal, and heaven knows you can be a brute sometimes, but you have... spirit." She grinned. "And I do so adore spirit."
Time seemed to slow down as Abigail closed her eyes, her lips moving towards Rhonda's own. Every councious part of her body was screaming at her to shove this bitch off and get the hell out of here, but a more hormonal side, possibly enhanced by her draconic changes, wanted nothing more to see where this could go. And further still, some confused, lust-addled part of her brain couldn't help but wonder if maybe Abigail was right; it would hardly be the first time the girl had screwed with her head, sure... but she was awfully pretty... and obscenely wealthy... and the butt lift, albeit not the finest in the history of magical cosmetics, still gave her one hell of a firm posterior...