She struggled against Tucker's grip. If she had really wanted to get away from him she could have tossed her head back in to his jaw, or kicked behind her at his knee cap, or doubled over and flipped him. But she didn't. She squirmed and she shouted profanities at him, but she did not make a real effort to escape anymore than she'd made a real effort to hurt him in the kitchen. They were going to attract attention. She didn't especially care. He had upset her and it took a bit for her to calm down. There was a chance that she would forget about it in the morning. There was an equal chance thats he would hold it against him for the rest of his life. 

"You stop it. Lemme go, you jerk!" She shouted. She hated him right now. She really did. "You're not sorry." She screamed. "You're stubborn. And a Dick. And a Bitch. All you had to do was say yes you needed help. Yes you wanted help. All I wanted to do was help." There was no reason for him to be so bloody mean. They were supposed to be friends. They were supposed to be friends, since first year she had thought they were friends, and now he was being a jerk, then tackling her in the hall, and being a jerk. "Let me go!"