The Fight

“Yeah, that’s right.” I continued.

“That mother fucking bitch who you call a girlfriend is a puppet master. She put on the whole ‘oh christy. Lets be best friends’ crap, and then backstabs me, leaving me to rot here while you two go off and flirt with each other.”

Jess just stood there with his mouth open. Bad day to forget the camera I guess.

The fight pretty much ended with Sam punching my face as hard as she could. (at least i hope she can’t punch harder- that just wouldn’t be natural)

Blood spurted everywhere. Sam and I were sent to the nurse, and, in turn, the principle.

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