The fight

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I was in the girls bathroom crying. He did it again, he crushed my heart again. I was broken on the floor.

I had got up and went to my bag to get some scissors. Just what I need, pain. But of course I wasn't so lucky, and I heard girls walking in.

I quickly got up and went to the sink turning it on. I splashed my face, but when I turned around the girls were staring at me with smug smiles like they were about to do something.

"Oh look who it is, little miss heart broken," said one of the girls. Of course the whole school knows, he was a player. One of the girls had grabbed my hands tying them in a handcuff like way. As on of the other girls grabbed my head. While grabbing my head and flinging it down to the edge of the sink.

I gasp while waking up crying. My head still hurting from that moment in the bathroom. I grabbed my phone to check the time. "Fuck" I breathed out while looking at 3:52 am on my phone.

Nightmares are the worst, so naturally when this happens I get up and go to take a shower, to take my kind of things, whilst listening to music. While stripping I look in the mirror, and see the bruises he put on my side near my rib cage.

"Damn it!" that stinging of the hot water on the big ass bruise. "Ari," my brother yelled through the door. "Yes Davonte?"

"Are you okay? I heard you yell"

"Yes I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute."

"Are you sure Ari?" Sounded worried

"Yes Davonte I'm fine, I just burnt myself." Which was partly the truth, but he doesn't need to know that.

"Okay," he said as I heard retreating footsteps.

I sighed, I'm tired of pretending, but if I tell him I know what will happen and it won't be good.
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As walking through the halls with my hood up, ear plugs in, looking down, so no one notices me. But I'm not lucky so I bump into someone.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. But that wasn't good enough.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" And with that I knew who exactly I bumped into, and I'm not sorry for it now.

Grace. 'The schools popular, hot, slutty, cheer captain' of course this is one of these stories with cliché school groups.

"Awwww did someone finawly lwern her curse words," I said in a baby voice looking up deadly in her eyes.

"Oh you wanna go bitch," she said stepping towards me.

"Me wanna go with you?" I burst out laughing while continuing "I'd rather be in a pit of snakes then be with you. OH wait what's the difference between you and a snake? Nothing, so I guess it's still a loose loose situation."

She tried to punch me, when I say tried she did, but didn't succeed. Because one thing about me is I'm not gonna let a bratty ass bitch punch me. I caught her punch, and pushed her back.

Everyone was in a circle recording and cheering for her of course 'she's the Ms. Queen of the school' I was about to continue before I got dragged out with a strong Hispanic arm, with a tattoo on it. I already knew who it was, and I wasn't gonna fight it.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" He yelled putting his hand through his hair while pacing.

Andres. My first crush, and boyfriend, but we were better off friends, and we both knew that.

"ME? THAT BITCH TESTED ME AGAIN," I yelled feeling angry from before. I should really go to anger management class, but you know I'm never going too.

"You know that one more fight and you are going to end up in prison, and EXPELLED.!" He said getting close to my face and trying to calm down.

Wrong move for one, I smacked the shit outta him. Yup didn't expect that, one thing about me is to never get in my face.

"Don't you dare get close to me you know that. And two I don't Fucking care where I go, it will be away from my shitty ass life"

He grabbed his face knowing I was right. "I'm sorry, but I don't want you to end up there, you're my best friend for fuck sake Ari," giving me a sad look.

I look at him blankly and shrug my shoulders not knowing what to say. He stopped and he grabbed my hands putting them around his body first before pulling me in a hug, so I don't punch him. I jus stand there not knowing what to do, he knows I'm not a hugger but he still does it.

He sighed in his one sided hug. The bell rang for the second period, as we were talking and the fight took up most of first period.

As I was grabbing my things I said, "I should prolly head to class" and he nodded, as he was grabbing his stuff.
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~~~JANECE5~~~~

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