Chapter 19-I rarely say this but Pour me some#

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Chapter 19-I rarely say this but Pour me some#
What was this imbecile doing? He was going to get kicked of the trip or he would have to stay with Mr Rose; I ran across the dining hall faster than Usain Bolt to where the fight was taking place. No- one tried to stop the fight; instead they were getting their phones to video the fight. Where was Steven; he was probably the only person that could calm Omari down; or actually stop the fight. I tried and failed multiple times to get Omari of whomever he punching but it would take my whole body to even slow down his pinkie finger.
''Omari what are you doing?'' I tried to shout. Most of the teachers had hangovers from last night when they had their own private party, it's funny how they are always there when you don't want them, but as soon as you need them; poof; they aren't in sight. Omari stopped when he realised I was standing in front of him. Whoever said actions speak louder than words needs medical attention ASAP.
''Aalliyah, move.'' He replied through gritted teeth; his eyes still on the boy.
''Why are you fighting?'' At this point I didn't care if the whole world was watching but he had no right to around and randomly hit people, even if he was Omarin Jones. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Steven. About time.
''Blud; Baitberry's are recoding'' That was a waking call, my life would of been practically exposed onto Facebook and Baitberry's. Everyone put their phones away. I can admit Steven could be extremely scary at times. He wasn't a hood rat, but getting on the bad side of him is like getting on the bad side of the pope .Hell.
I moved right in front of his face so he couldn't even look at the boy behind us. ''Omar can we spe-'' I was cut off by a hard impact on my temple. I wanted to run crying to my Mummy, I was seconds from tears but crying in front of your peers in year 11 is just plain sad. The boy had aimed for Omari but I was standing in front of Omari when he swung for him so I got the unlucky end of the stick. I was going to survive but whoever did it wasn't. Omari's face was like thunder. His brown eye's seemed black and he was shaking, you could see his vein pumping from his neck. My temper was bad but his just blew mine out of the roof. If he had a fight cause of a text; the boy was as good as dead. He looked at me with a look of remorse, he whispered ''are you okay?'' Yeah, I'm on top of the world (!) I turned to look at the idiot who hurt me. Monkey boy. His face in the light looked different. I had never seen him before; maybe he joined the school when I was expelled? He was black-not blick. He had normal black eyes. I fact, he looked like an average black boy; but just better looking; but Omari was still the best in my eyes. Monkey boy had a bloody nose and was holding his stomach to where Omari was kicking him. Everything clicked. The text and the fight. But how did Omari know who the boy was? I scanned the room for who could off hinted who it was. Argh Michelle; *personal note* give her a fat Nigerian slap, It actually made sense, who is to say that Michelle wasn't listening last night in the hallway. Omari held my wrist; he was shaking. I had never seen Omari this pissed, even that day at the library he was angry; but now, he was beyond it.
''Are you dumb?'' Omari shouted. I even jumped a little.
''Argh F#ck, you okay b?'' he moved closer to touch his handy work, ignoring Omari. If flinched even though he hadn't touched me. Omari grip tightened. He pulled me back behind him.

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