I like to hurt people. Most people don’t get to experience it, but there’s a thrill in seeing someone writhing on the ground because of something you did, whether it be a kick to the groin or a baseball bat to the head. We don’t usually fight with weapons, but when we do, we wear a helmet so no one is seriously injured, or at least not visibly injured. Lots of guys think they have concussions afterwards and are always panicking about it. What we do is we ask them how many fingers we’re holding up and then they’ll answer and then we say that they’re fine. Nobody has gotten a concussion yet, not that I know of.
Anyhow, I was about behind the school after class let out with three other guys, standing a bit off from the parking lot where all the departing students were. Two of them were my friends. The first, Aiden, is smart but ugly. The second, Ted (Teddie if you want to annoy him), is ugly but stupid. As for the third guy, I didn’t know him very well. I didn’t know his name either. All I knew was that he had on those huge, repugnant Harry Potter glasses. He looked like he ate books in his free time and wore a bowtie at home, complete with a pair of suspenders.
The reason we were there in the first place was because the nerd and I had an argument during lunch. I won’t go into details because it was really childish and stupid, but I was calling him a retard and he was calling me a ****ing idiot and it was a whole thing. And as we were screaming our lungs out (I was winning the argument by the way), he tossed out there that maybe we should settle things like men. And I guess he didn’t expect me to agree because a surprised look shot across his face when I did. But you can’t really back out of a fight after you’ve proposed one, you know, because that’s just really embarrassing.
Aiden and Ted wanted to watch. Nick because he’s a loser with nothing better to do, and Ted because he’s braindead and also has nothing better to do. They wanted to record it even, but the school is really cracking down on fighting and even gave us a whole boring assembly on how you’ll get suspended for even just sharing a video of a fight. Which is really dumb in my opinion.
To be honest, I was really surprised that the kid even showed up, even if he looked like he was about to piss himself. Typically I kind of get these shaky jitters before a fight and I think about what sort of injuries I might get and even think that maybe I should just chicken out. But this kid, he looked like his bones just from getting out of bed. So I was feeling pretty confident.
The fight went about as I thought it would. In the high school movies, you always see kids throwing hands like they’re boxers. Let me tell you, not a single kid in this school knows how to box, or even fight at all. Most every fight goes the same: they both try to tackle each other at the same time and end up on a hugging match on the floor. Whoever is heavier (or fatter) gets on top and its done. That kind of thing is why we sometimes used bats, by the way.
The nerd was no real exception. I guess even he could tell that his twig-like body wouldn’t be able to topple me, so instead he threw a punch, or at least what he must have thought a punch looked like. It was more like a motion similar to knocking on a door or bringing down the gavel. It was so pathetic I almost had to laugh. I didn’t know how to throw a punch either, but that didn’t matter because I just slapped him with a clenched fist and he dropped to the ground like a used tissue.
He wasn’t knocked out or anything. In the movies you see these guys get knocked out by a single punch. That sort of thing never happens in real life, because after you hit someone in real life, they don’t get scared or too hurt, so long as you’re not Mike Tyson or something. They get pissed and embarrassed, and they try as soon as possible to get back at you, to protect their pride. And let me tell you, those kids who get embarrassed have this wild look in their eyes, teeth gritted, and you can tell just from a glance that they are going all out with every ounce of strength. At that moment the only thing you can think is “Oh crap,” and try to defend yourself. Then if you get hit real hard, you get pissed and then it’s even.
My remedy for the situation was to keep beating them after they take the first hit to have no time to think. As soon as he hit the ground I started kicking him in the groin over and over as hard as I could, which almost made my groin hurt just thinking about it. I guess you could call that a low blow, or kicking a guy while he’s down, or a dishonorable ball kicking. I disagree, because once these guys go into a frenzy, honor goes out the window for them too, to the point where they’re pulling your hair and poking at your eyes, so I’d rather take the cheap shot first. And if you care about honor and whatnot, you just don’t want to win enough. Since most kids don’t know how to fight, the result either comes from who’s heavier, or who’s more ruthless. I’m not that heavy, so I like to be more ruthless.
Aiden and Ted were laughing their heads off. The kid was crying and whimpering and yelping at first, but then it became quieter until it was just pathetic sounding peeps. It was no fun after that, so I stopped. Then I took my bag from Aiden, who had been holding it for me, and left the parking lot.
That’s pretty much it. On a side note, my teacher made me take a quiz on the countries of Africa, and there’s like a hundred of them. And Roblocks shut down my account. That’s about it.