NOTTI OSAMA

    NOTTI OSAMA

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    NOTTI OSAMA
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    "ETHAN I really don’t see the point." Your voice low behind him as you tried to keep up, but Notti wasn’t hearing it. He kept pulling up his jeans with that tight, quick yank. You knew his fighting walk. "It’s not this serious." You said, tugging at his hoodie.

    He finally glanced at you. "I already told you stop followin' me when I’m 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 Notti’s sleeve. He snatched his arm back. "Yo, stop touchin’ 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!" Notti’s 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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