Billy and Lucas liked to tease Sunny. It seemed like Billy had become obsessed with her. He would show up around her desk every time class ended. Sunny found them annoying. Sometimes, other guys would join in, cheering Billy on and making the situation even more uncomfortable.
At first, when Billy appeared in front of her, Sunny would ask, "What are you doing?" with a surprised expression.
Billy would look at her sincerely and ask, "What do you think of me?"
Sunny didn't understand what he meant. "What do you mean?"
Then Billy would suddenly say, "Would you like to sit on the back seat of my scooter?"
Sunny would shake her head. "No. I don't want to. I don't need to."
She was genuinely afraid. Billy and Lucas seemed unwilling to leave—sometimes they stayed until the bell rang. So after a while, Sunny started leaving her seat during every break and going to stay with Lisa and Lily.
Lisa had a bad temper. Whenever Billy and Lucas tried to approach Sunny, Lisa would shout at them and drive them away.
One day, things escalated into a fierce quarrel.
Billy walked up to Sunny's side. Sunny turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge him.
Billy asked, "Why are you ignoring me?"
Sunny didn't reply.
Just then, Lisa returned from the restroom. She saw Billy and immediately snapped, "Why? Because you're ugly. You're embarrassing to look at. Any living creature with eyes would rather look at a wall than at you."
Billy glared at her. "Who are you? I was talking to Sunny. Who do you think you are?"
Lisa laughed coldly. "You're a pig. Shameless. Don't you have a mirror at your desk? You should take a good look at yourself. Oh, I forgot—if you don't have one, it doesn't matter. There's one in the bathroom. Feel free to use it."
Billy sneered. "You think you're pretty? Even if I'm ugly, I still look better than you. You're hideous. You're short, and your face is covered in pimples."
Lisa shot back, "You know what? Your face is as black as coal. If you hadn't spoken, I would have thought you were a miner living underground. Your mouth is ugly—too thick. Your ears look like an elephant's. Your nose looks like a pig's. And you barely have any hair on the front of your head. I'm worried you'll go bald someday. When that happens, I'll suggest you go to a temple and become a monk."
Billy's face reddened with anger. He wasn't about to back down. He raised his voice and pointed at Lisa. "Everyone, look at this ugly girl! Look at her face—covered in pimples. I don't even know how many there are. The big ones look like the moon. The small ones look like sesame seeds. You call me ugly? I still look better than you. You tell me to look in a mirror? You're the one who needs a mirror. But I wouldn't recommend it—because once you look into it, the mirror will shatter from fright."
Lisa's fury grew. She doubled down. "Haha! What are you even saying? Are you crazy? You don't read any books. You never learn anything. Of course you don't know anything. You're foolish, numb, and stupid. If I were you, I wouldn't know why I should keep living. Look at your belly—it's so fat and stubby. If you get any fatter, you'll be as round as a pig. And if a pig saw you, it would kneel down. Why?" She paused, looked around at the others proudly, then continued, "Because the pig would think you're family. You're both pigs! Hahaha!"
Billy shot back, "Do you know who the ugliest person in the world is?"
Lisa didn't respond.
Billy answered his own question. "It's you. You didn't know? Oh my god. You don't even realize how ugly you are? Why? Because you never check yourself. And you dare to call me ugly?"
Lisa opened her mouth wide and fired back, "You short-lived wretch! Those three strands of hair on your head make you look like a stinky beggar. Your face is as black as a centipede demon's. Your belly is as big as a barrel. High cheekbones are bad luck for your parents. People like you should disappear from my sight immediately. I never want to see you again."
Billy retorted, "You're like an onion—ugly as a wicked witch. You think you're a flower? You think too highly of yourself. You're a rotten straw pretending to be a rose."
Lisa shouted, "You're a potato! A dead potato!"
Billy yelled back, "You're an old wretch!"
"Dead potato!"
"Old wretch!"
"Dead potato!"
"Old wretch!"
They went back and forth like that for a long time. Some people tried to step in and stop the fight, but nothing worked. They just kept shouting insults at each other: "Big pig!" "Female neurotic!"
The quarrel didn't stop until the bell rang. Then they both stormed back to their seats and tried to focus on the lesson—but the fight had been so fierce, so intense, that no one could forget it easily.