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|northwestern high school
november 27 2019
2:45 pm|

omar held the ice pack to his swollen eyelid in an attempt to soothe the pain that jahseh inflicted on him for no reason.

he seethed in anger as he sat in the nurse's office, ever so often catching a glimpse of his beat up reflection in the mirror to the side of the nurse's desk and getting even angrier about what had happened to him. but truly, what could he do? even if he had a fair fight with jahseh without being trapped in a desk and attacked from behind he still wouldn't be able to get the better of him in a fight.

he wasn't much of a fighter anyway, and that coupled with his tendency to engage in gossip didn't really mix.

but this time, omar had no clue what he did to jahseh to piss him off. him and jahseh didn't even interact whatsoever. the closest degree of seperation they had was the fact that sometimes jahseh would tutor gazzy, but he never directly interacted with him before.

he remembered jahseh yelling about some account before he got forced to leave the room, so he put two and two together and realized that he was mad at him because he thought he made nwhs_confess.

which was untrue, of course. omar did see how people would think he made the account considering his reputation for starting shit, but the truth is he didn't pay much mind to it. he got followed by the account a week or so ago and never paid attention to it afterwards, he never even submitted anything.

but that was about to change.

as omar sat in the nurse's office, waiting to be discharged, he debated with himself whether or not he should give jahseh a real reason to hate him, and to just air his shit out on the account once and for all.

omar knew something about jahseh that would no doubt ruin his life if it ever got out, and he never really thought to tell anyone about it, especially since it'd bring a couple of other people down with him, but now? he wanted nothing more than to send every last detail of jahseh's dirty little secret and watch him fall from grace and get treated like a pariah

the same way that people were laughing at him and mocking him and clowning him for getting beat up? that's how he wanted people to treat jahseh for what he did.

omar decided to wait a little bit before sending the secret into the account - if he sent it too quickly it would be too obvious that he was the one who exposed him.

although, it might be obvious regardless of when he posts it: he assumed jahseh didn't just go around telling this to everyone, and omar only found out because he was at the wrong place and the wrong time and he just happened to see. he doesn't even know if jahseh knows he knows.

he put the thought to the side for now, although it was definitely still on the table.

he continued to debate upon it after he was discharged from the nurse's office after school let out, wondering if it was worth it to take down a couple of other people who did nothing to him - one of which was one of his friends just to take jahseh down as well. 

"the fuck happened to you?" gazzy cringed upon seeing omar's beaten down face. he had heard rumors of the fight throughout the day, but he didn't actually see how bad his boyfriend's face looked until now. "did you fucking die?"

"yes gazzy, i'm dead." a sacrastic bite to his voice as he answered, "i got my ass beat, what the fuck did you think happened?"

"that's tuff," gazzy sucked his teeth, not even seeming to care that his boyfriend looked like he was about to keel over and die at any given moment. "anyways, what did you do to jah? you had to have pissed him off if he did you like this."