Reborn To Ruin Her Rivals - Chapter 36: Chapter 36

The boys lounged on chairs and desks, arms slung around each other, their voices loud and crude.
"Turns out she's the Bradford family's country bumpkin heir. Gross."
"Gotta apologize for jumping the gun earlier, but hey, maybe I'll test the waters first and let you know if she's worth it."
"Talk is cheap. Heard she's easy – just show her some cash. Who's in?"
"Damn, I'm tempted. She's hot. Wouldn't mind a few days with her."
"Let's take turns. The precious Bradford heiress, huh? Not a bad deal."
Their voices boomed, deliberately ignoring Arielle seated nearby.
They'd mocked, humiliated, and slandered her relentlessly. Catcalls on the way home, disgusting remarks—she'd tried ignoring all of this, thinking silence would spare her.
But Arielle had been wrong. Showing weakness didn't earn any kindness from people like this. It only made them bolder, their malice sharper.
Some people were just born rotten to the core—like this pack of well-dressed degenerates. 'Your mouths were filthy. I'll make you guys learn the price of being scum,' Arielle thought.
Arielle stood and walked toward the group, who were snickering about how they'd "play" with her.
Suddenly, she grabbed the nearest boy's hair and slammed his head against the desktop. A vicious kick to his private part followed.
Desks crashed, books scattered. The boy's agonized scream finally jolted the others out of their shock.
None had expected this. The girls on the other side of the room gasped, eyes wide with shock.
"If no one taught you manners, I will." Arielle's glare was icy, radiating a chilling fury that filled the air.
The boy gulped, clutching his crotch. 'How is this frail-looking chick so brutal? Damn, that hurts. If it weren't for the pain, I would fight back right now.'
But boys had pride. Seeing one of their dudes taken down by a girl? That was unacceptable for them.
Another boy, Liam Brown, jumped down from his desk, fists clenched, ready to attack Arielle.
Arielle sidestepped, twisted his wrist, and flipped him over her shoulder. Liam hit the desk with a crack, screaming in pain.
All of this happened too fast. The others froze, stunned. Arielle's icy gaze locked onto the loudest offender and swung a chair straight at him.
Bang! The heavy impact echoed. The boy, too slow to dodge completely, lifted his arms to shield his head. Blood instantly streamed down his forehead.
"Who's next?" Arielle's voice was glacial as she glanced at these well-dressed degenerates.
The boys scrambled backwards, fear silencing them. Their school life had been uneventful; they'd never witnessed such raw violence. They were terrified.
Arielle kicked one of the groaning figures on the floor, then turned towards the group of girls huddled opposite.
They were the ones who'd called her "dirty," "a whore," and "disease-ridden."
These girls were scared, but not cowed. They didn't believe Arielle would dare to hit them. Besides, they reasoned, they were stating facts, not spewing filth like the boys.
"Apologize." Arielle's icy stare settled on the gossiping girls.
At first, seeing Arielle take down the boys terrified them. Now, hearing only a demand for an apology, their fear lessened.
After all, they hadn't been the ones talking about hiring someone to assault her.
One of them, Sophia Anderson, crossed her arms, laughing. "Hilarious. I've never apologized in my life."
Olivia Davis sneered, "She thinks too highly of herself. We're just stating facts. Can't handle the truth?"
Emma Wilson added, "We didn't earn the title of the Peterborough Four for nothing. If anyone's gonna apologize, it's you."
Rachel White spat, "You grew up in a dump like that and still think you're clean? Slut!"
"We're not cowards like them," they jeered together, emboldened.
Seeing Arielle remain silent, Rachel puffed up further. "Apologies? Nah. Wanna beat us up? We're not some nobodies you can slap around. You wouldn't dare."
Sophia looked down at Arielle, smirking. "We didn't say anything wrong. You did it, so why can't we talk about it?"
Arielle's cold eyes swept over them. 'Enough talking. Reasoning was pointless for these guys,' she thought.
Arielle seized Sophia's hair and smashed her head onto the desk—exactly like she'd done to the boy. Arielle showed no mercy to anyone, regardless of gender.
"Aaaaaah!" A scream, raw and animalistic, tore through the classroom.
Olivia, furious, swung her hand. "What the hell is wrong with you? You psycho! How dare—"
Arielle caught Olivia's wrist and shoved her into the desk corner. She doubled over, gasping, unable to speak from the pain.
Emma shot to her feet. "Arielle! What are you doing?! Hitting girls? You're a monster! Apologize now!"
Slap! Arielle's palm cracked across Emma's face. "Fuck your apology."
Sophia, shaking off her daze, shrieked, "You bitch! I'll—" Another slap from Arielle silenced her, this time across the chest, knocking her back.
Rachel had never been so humiliated. She sprang to her feet and lunged at Arielle—they didn't earn the title of the Peterborough Four for nothing.
Arielle had caught them off guard before. Now, they would attack together and beat her within an inch of her life. Besides, Arielle had started the fight.
Arielle had been watching their every move. The moment Rachel stood up, a sharp, resounding slap echoed as her palm connected with Rachel's cheek.
"You—!" Rachel's eyes bulged with rage. The four exchanged a furious glance, moving to surround Arielle, front and back.
After five years of karate and kickboxing training, along with over a decade of enduring relentless abuse as a prisoner, Arielle's body had become immune to pain.
Even though she'd been thrust back into her sixteen-year-old body, every muscle memory of her fighting skills remained etched in her nerves.
They attacked at the same time. Arielle met their assault without flinching. Every blow was a release, channeling the fury burning inside her.
Every strike was fueled by previous torture—electrocution, broken limbs, and daily beatings ordered by Tiana.
In Arielle's previous life, she was robbed of any ability to fight after days of torture. 'This time, I'll crush everyone who dares to cross me,' she cursed silently.