Fisted battle

As Charlotte stumbled and crashed to the ground, my heart leaped into my throat, a strangled cry escaping my lips. "Charlotte!" I shouted in alarm, my feet propelling me into a sprint towards her fallen form.

"What was that for?" Charlotte's voice rang out in shock and indignation, her anger palpable as she remained on the ground, her posture tense and defensive.

Before I could reach them, the scene unfolded rapidly before my eyes. Allison, fueled by fury, seized Charlotte's hair and yanked her up from the ground, igniting a fierce struggle between the two. Their voices intertwined in anger and desperation, the sounds of their scuffle echoed around.

Despite my frantic efforts to reach them, it felt as though I was running in place, my legs churning with urgency but making little progress towards the tumultuous confrontation unfolding before me.

Charlotte's POV

After feeling a sudden, forceful push that sent me crashing to the ground, I looked up in shock to see Allison standing over m