I was on the bus last fall and sat in the back like a good high schooler ( this was before I got my car, which thank god for). We pick up at the high school, then at the middle school. I get put next to a middle schooler, me on the left side of the bus toward the wall.
Some guys were talking in the back, and I tried to get in on the fun. They were roasting on vegans or something, so I had some content from a few shows and the internet.
I begin and I get shut down for no reason other then “dominance hierarchy.” So I yell back at them. It eventually gets down to one “tough guy” and me. The boy I was bickering with was a problem since the 5th grade when he tried to boot me off the soccer field. He was shorter than me, since I was 6’3”. About up to my neck when standing up. So we trade insults, each of us trying to convince the opponent that they have small ones, and that the only love they could possibly find was within their right hand. He challenges me to a fight, which I use the kid next to me blocking my path to him as an excuse not to fight yet. Eventually, the kid moves.
I stumble on the moving bus for a second, and we trade fists in the back seat of the wall. For him it was more like scratches. Me being 6’3” caused my arms to be proportionate. His only attack was “scratch” with his long ass nails. His poor t-Rex arms had to result to him pushing with his feet and pulling me in with his arms by my heavy jacket, as it was getting into the 30’s at that point in the season. His feet pushing only helped me to win as he boxed himself into the corner of the seat. It was quite fierce at the time, and the things around me were very red from the adrenaline rush in my head. Eventually the bus stopped, we got separated and we waited for our sentences from the principal.
Damages were as followed. Me, a couple of scratches on the face, slightly hurt feelings when he mumbled profanity walking off the bus in my general direction, and an good setup to talk about the fight when people asked about it during Thanksgiving turkey at school. The combatant, bloody mouth (minimal) and a bruised up face.
It turned out that during the insulting stage, the opponent did a gesture to symbolize me, according to him, suffering from some form of mental retardation. The student advocate (which a student advocate should not be an adult even though it is) is related to someone with a disability. This and my mother saving my bacon got a lighter sentence of 2 days (which ended up being 1.5 days) and the opponent 3 days plus some service hours around the school. Which really shows how screwed up the system is, even though I was the guy who got up and went back there to fight.
I started to feel kinda bad for the kid afterword. He was much less confident in himself, talked less, and was generally scared of my name (real name, not kamikazee). I also thought I would catch more slack for it, but in reality it put a bunch of the annoying little shits in line to stop being irritating, and got me famous since the guy wasn’t so well liked as I though. People I though were his allies didn’t even like him. Then toward the end of the year, his disrespectful behavior toward an old substitute reminded me why I fought him. Guess the moral is fighting is good, justice will never come, and you can’t fix a dick.
Thank you guys for reading and please comment your fight stories.
I might have romanticized the fight at the time since, everything really went red and I had to take witness accounts. Human error gets the best of us. Disclaimer I do not promote fighting except in the context of martial arts, otherwise I wouldn’t be a black belt.
Submitted July 08, 2019 at 06:42AM by kamikazee_49 https://ift.tt/2XSCye2
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