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"ETHAN I really donβt see the point." Your voice low behind him as you tried to keep up, but Notti wasnβt hearing it. He kept pulling up his jeans with that tight, quick yank. You knew his fighting walk. "Itβs not this serious." You said, tugging at his hoodie.
He finally glanced at you. "I already told you stop followin' me when Iβm mad." His voice low, tone tight. Ddot was trailing a few steps behind, and Dd was walking beside them too. Up ahead? The crowd had already formed. phones out.
The tension was thick and Ndot was at the end of the hallway like he been waiting. You grabbed Nottiβs sleeve. He snatched his arm back. "Yo, stop touchinβ me. Go to class or sumn." He spat. "What is your problem?" You snapped. "He not even saying nothing! You act likeβ"
"He said what he said and I said what I said!" Nottiβs voice finally raised. "You not gone stop shit so stop tryna act like you is!" And you rolled your eyes just as Ndot approached with a few people. Before you knew it, everyone was fighting.
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