Your Typical Bad Girl
Before he could say whatever he wanted to say, I cut in.
"If you're just going to stand there like unwanted wannabes, you might as well bring everyone joy by leaving the class."
The guys were shocked. Then one of them—the one with the cockiest smirk—responded, "I don't waste my breath on worthless things."
I propped my hand under my chin, staring at him lazily, already thinking he was the one with the lowest IQ by the way he responded.
"Quit trying to be a smart-ass when you're just a real ass. I mean, your ass must really get jealous of your mouth for all the shits that comes out of it."