Jordan sat on the stairs on the fourth floor of the school, hands on her knees, palms cupping her face, eyes constantly blinking and mind aimlessly thinking. Riley stood on her left side leaning into the wall and eyes dug into her phone. Sitting next to Jordan was Michael. Bandaged right palm, sore face, and bloody inked lips.“So, what happened?” Riley asked, her eyes not leaving the phone.Michael looked at Jordan, signaling her to respond with something. She shook her head and said it’s him she is asking. They kept on with their head-shaking conversation until Riley locked her phone and gave them her full attention.She pointed at Michael, “You.”Jordan chuckled looking at Michael who was giving her the look which said I’ll make a comeback later. “You are next,” Riley said to Jordan. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. They both turned towards Michael.“Just a fight,&rdq
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