𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭.

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so in the past couple days, me and notti have been arguing, he's tripped me up on purpose so many times and ive done the same thing.

right now he was glaring at me and i was just ignoring him but since he was sitting next to me it was starting to piss me off.

so i managed to ignore him some more until he scribbled all over my work and i punched him.

"are you two finished fighting in the back?" our teacher asked pulling me off him.

"he scribbled all over my fucking work, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" i yelled at him and he ripped the sheet out my book and threw it at me so i took his laptop and slapped it on his face and he snatched it from me and slapped me back so i punched him in his stomach and he pulled my hair.

"the both of you take it outside, i'm tired of you two." our teacher said and he pushed me outside so i slapped him.

"don't push me." 

"or what." he replied pushing me again so i punched him in his dick and he fell on the floor and pulled me down with him.

"you bitch." 

"idk who the fuck you calling a bitch." i said kicking him off me and he pulled my legs towards him, so they were either side of his waist and we both paused and stared at each other until i kicked him in his stomach hard.

"ah shit." he mumbled holding his stomach and stood up but he dragged me back down and i fell on top of him and i was finna hit him again but he held both my arms.

the position we was in rn, was: he was leaning against the locker and i was across his legs, both his hands holding onto mine.

"imma send you home with a fucking bruise in ya face lih girl stop playing with me." 

"no one told you to scribble on my shit." i replied trying to break my hands free but it wasn't working.

"i did. so i did it. the fuck you gonna do." he replied and i looked up at him and he looked down at me.

"don't fucking look at me like that you creep." i mumbled looking away but he only grabbed my face and made me look back at him.

"what you nervous?" he asked and i smacked my lips.

"nervous for what bitch?" i asked and he grabbed my neck and pulled my face up to his and he stared into my eyes.

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