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2013

Saint kept his arm crossed as he waited outside the principal office, his leg bouncing.

He studied his short natural nails absentmindedly, they'd just been chipped.

Across from him was the boy who he'd just fought with.

His eyebrows were furrowed a familiar look of hate, his eye blackened and Saint's fists bruised.

Sure, Saint said something smart in class.

To be fair what the boy said was dumb.

Not to mention his mouth was naturally slick that's who, he was everybody knew that.

But that didn't deserve a faggot.

The word hung in the air heavy and thick, but the laughter that came after it weighed on his shoulders even harder.

Saint hated to be embarrassed, he hated to feel like that same bullied little boy.

So of course his next response was to say something equally ad harsh and then the next consequence were swinging fists.

The front office door swung open and Saint looked up, his heart skipping a beat.

Hakem was still as skinny and lanky as he'd been as a child just taller. Saint had never been short but compared to Hakem, the boy towered over him.

His crush on his childhood friend hadn't subsided but only blossomed.

"The fuck you doin' in here?" Hakem asked him, suprise etched on his face.

"Whatchu' think I'm here for?" He crossed his arms harder,"I ain't gotta meetin' 'bout my academic successes that's for sure."

"Don't snap at me cause you in trouble."

"You ain't never been in the office for nothin' positive yourself." Saint scoffed, leaning back into the hard chair.

"I never said I was," Hakem turned to look at the boy in the opposite seat. "Damn who socked the fuck outta you?"

"You need to mind your business." He gritted out and Hakem walked closer to his chair.

"You might wanna watch yo tone cause I know you can't fuckin' fight, bruh."