ೀᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ!𓈒˙ ... #E!42 M. Morales

𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗍

The classroom buzzed with the usual mix of chatter, laughter, and the occasional rustle of papers. Groups of students were scattered around, some deeply immersed in conversation, others playing around, while a few diligent ones actually focused on their studies. The air was thick with the hum of everyday school life, a peaceful lull that felt like it could stretch on forever.

Then, a sharp notification sound pierced the calm, drawing attention. It came from one of the girls in the gossiping group, huddled near the back. She glanced at her phone, her eyes narrowing as she rolled them in exasperation.

"Morales strikes again," she muttered with a smirk, her voice laced with equal parts annoyance and amusement.

The girl next to her, clearly fed up with the ongoing drama, scowled and shook her head. "Seriously? Isn't this story getting old? I thought everyone dropped it like, when? Five weeks ago?"

"That was three days ago," a quiet voice piped up from the corner. It belonged to a girl sitting alone, her attention seemingly absorbed in a thick novel. She wasn't part of the gossiping group but had been close enough to overhear every word.

The girl shot a glance her way, dismissing the correction with another eye roll before turning back to her friend, who was still engrossed in her phone. "So, what is it this time? Vandalism? Exams theft?"

But the friend's face had shifted from amusement to confusion, her brows knitting together as she scrolled through the details on her screen. "No, it's-"

Her words were cut short by a loud crash as the classroom door was flung open. A boy stumbled in, his breath coming in ragged gasps, eyes wide with excitement. "HALLWAY FIGHT!!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls before he bolted back out, joining the growing crowd in the corridor.

The classroom erupted into chaos. Students scrambled from their seats, shoving desks aside as they rushed to the door, eager to witness the commotion. The air was filled with the sounds of hurried footsteps, the scrape of chairs, and the rising murmur of anticipation as everyone jostled to be first out the door. The once peaceful room was now a mess of frantic movement, with bodies pressing and pushing in a mad dash for the hallway.

The gossiping group remained seated, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity. They exchanged glances, chuckling at the frenzy unfolding before them. Finally, something new to gossip about.

"Did Morales finally snap?" one of them wondered aloud, her voice tinged with excitement as they leaned in closer, eager to speculate.

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blood mention

Meanwhile, in the hallway, the rumors were proving true. Students surged forward, crowding around the source of the excitement. In the center of the throng, Miles stood over a boy sprawled on the ground. The crowd formed a tight ring around them, some cheering, others recording with their phones, capturing every punch, every movement.

Miles' face was a mask of fury, his eyes dark with a rage that seemed to consume him. He knelt over the other boy, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white. His breaths came in heavy, ragged bursts, but he didn't stop, landing punch after punch with a brutal, relentless rhythm. Each strike was accompanied by a sickening thud as it connected with the boy's already bruised and bloodied face. Miles had taken a few hits himself-his lip was split, and a thin line of blood trickled down his chin, but it only seemed to fuel his aggression.

The boy beneath him was a mess, his face swollen, blood smeared across his skin. Despite the beating he was taking, he stubbornly clung to Miles' collar, refusing to let go even as the pain clearly overwhelmed him. His grip was weak, but it was a defiant gesture, one last show of resistance in the face of overwhelming force.

The air was thick with the sounds of the fight, the cheering crowd, the faint whirr of phones capturing every moment of violence. But above it all, a single voice cut through the sharp, authoritative shout of a teacher. She pushed her way through the crowd, her face pale with shock and anger. Her presence caused a ripple through the students, some stepping back, their cheers faltering as they realized the severity of the situation.

She finally broke through the ring of students and froze at the sight before her. Miles, knuckles bloodied, fists still raised, hovered over the boy on the ground, who looked like he could barely hold on any longer. The teacher's chest tightened at the sight, horror and anger battling within her as she drew in a deep breath.

"Stop it! Stop it right this instant!!" Her voice boomed through the hallway, reverberating off the walls with a force that silenced the crowd and froze the scene in an instant.

All eyes turned to her, the chaotic energy of the fight dissipating as the weight of her command settled over everyone like a heavy blanket. Miles' fists hovered in the air, his chest heaving as he slowly turned to face her, his expression unreadable, the intensity of the moment crashing down around him.