You we’re sitting with your friends near the enterance of the lunch room. You could hear whispers and rumors, over your bsf with benefits ,Isaiah. Supposedly he got into a fight. You could hear the lunch room doors open. Red liquid running down his nose and a bruised up knuckles. He walked past your table, walking to his group of friends

“what the hell..”

he mumbled under his breath, you could tell he was fuming. Slumping into his chair as most eyes were on him.