Chapter 173

173 The Talk

He kept on kicking me and hitting me until eventually the crowd stopped cheering and just stared at us in shock. But finally-finally, I got a hold of him, and held him in place with a swift punch into his stomach, as he let out a small grunt of pain. “You don’t want to fight anymore?” He asked me, breathing heavily from the pain he felt.

“No,” I said quietly as he stood there staring at me. And then he did something completely unexpected and slapped me across the face with all his might. I felt as if the wind just ripped away my skin, but that didn’t stop me a bit, as I grabbed his wrist with one hand, while pushing him away with the other.

The crowd roared with applause and cheers as he began to laugh loudly. I then pushed him into one of the lockers, but he tried to push against me, as he broke free of my grip. We then both turned our backs against each other and started to fight.

“Fight!” the crowd shouted. And soon we were at it again. He came with a fast swift punch, which was quite unexpected at the most, but then I came back with a swift punch towards his stomach, knocking him back and making him fall onto the ground again.

“Come on man!” I shouted at him as he struggled up to his feet again, while getting back onto his feet and beginning to fight back. Then he shot at me a wave of attacks, that I had to quickly dodge, until we were in a position where we had nothing but our fists against each other as we struggled with each other’s grip of each other’s hands and arms.

The crowd was silent now, not cheering but watching in anticipation as we fought for our lives against each other. “So you decided just to go murder-mode?” Greg hissed, but I didn’t say anything, because I was trying to be silent and concentrate on fighting.

I suddenly felt myself being punched right in the gut once again. My ribs began to burn with pain and my arms began to ache from the strain on them as we struggled for a hold over each other.

“Whoa!” everyone began to shout, as I began to push against him, trying to gain some sort of advantage over him-but it was useless-he kept pushing against me until eventually he knocked me into one of the lockers again.

“Greg!” I shouted, but he didn’t listen, instead he continued to punch me as hard as possible, knocking me into one of the lockers over again-I tried to get up again, but I felt myself falling forward as I struggled to get back up. “Greg!” I shouted again, hoping this time he would hear my cry, but he just kept on fighting until eventually he kicked me over into the locker, making me fall on the ground on the ground with a thud that echoed throughout the school hall.

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My bones felt as if they were ringing, and my hands were shaking, but I could still see straight as I began to struggle against him once more. But then I saw him holding one of his hands out to me, a smile on his face, saying “Come on!”

I needed to get up, I needed to! But I couldn’t move. The pain was too much for me. My arms ached from the strain on them and I could barely move. The pain was too much.

I felt my hand shake as I tried to grab his hand and get up. Greg looked at me in disgust as I came back onto my feet, but rage was the only thing on my mind, and I pushed him back against the locker before running towards him with a swift punch at his face that caused him to fall down onto the floor with a thud as he screamed out in agony.

The crowd cheered as I felt a wave of glory over me, but then I heard the shouts of security coming at me, and I knew they were coming for me now. They grabbed me away from the scene, as I looked at Greg’s numb body on the ground. What have I done, what have I done, what have I done?

The security guards began to drag me out of there. I kept on struggling and fighting them off as they carried me out of the school halls.

***

I was sitting inside of Mr. Broll’s office with Greg. Greg’s face was steaming with anger, his eyebrows narrowing into a V, while he looked at me like I was garbage that someone had just thrown outside his front door.

“What are you going to do now?” Mr. Broll asked us both as we sat in his office. “You both are going to get suspended for a week, because you decided not to handle this problem like men.” He looked at both of us, looking very disappointed, but he also had a sort of weird sort of happiness about him that he wasn’t really sure why he had.

“Well?” Mr. Broll continued after a long silence.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said, looking at Mr. Broll’s bald head, “I’m really sorry for everything that’s happened.”

“And you? Greg?” He said as he looked at him with a stern expression, as if he was about to give him a bad grade for not doing his work correctly. “He hurt my friends, I’m not saying anything,” Greg said, shaking his head, “I’m not saying anything.”

“I can understand your point of view, but there is one thing you need to remember: this isn’t the Wild West anymore,” Mr. Broll said, shaking his head as if he was there himself, “no one is allowed to come to school and threaten our students and teachers. No one is allowed to come to school and threaten their friends. This is why you are being punished and suspended for this.”

“Threaten?” Greg shouted. “I never threatened him.”

Mr. Broll shook his head, as he took a deep breath. “We’ve questions about hundreds of students. And they saw you send your friends after him. I’m about the right amount of justice.”

“What he did to my friends was not justice at all,” Greg argued, throwing his finger at me, “I did not threaten him or anything!”

“You’re right, you didn’t,” Mr. Broll said with a nod, “but when your friends were about to come at him and beat him up, he didn’t do anything.”

I chuckled, knowing at least some man has some sense. “He did a lot of things,” Greg lied, and I turned over in shock and disgust, “he threatened me with a knife!”

Mr. Broll shook his head once more in disbelief, “We’ve no evidence of that.”

Greg shook his head as if he was about to argue again, but then stopped himself as he looked at me again. “I never threatened you with a knife, you did that to me!” I shouted at Greg, pointing to myself, “I didn’t threaten you with a knife!”

“And you just want us to believe that?” Mr. Broll asked with a smirk on his face, but I felt like he was playing with me. “From what I see, Greg sent his friends on you, but you decided to fight them instead of telling a teacher,” he said, slamming his desk, “this is why you’re being suspended.”

“But what he did to me was worse than that,” I argued with Mr. Broll, “he hit me in the face, kicked me in my ribs and then he hit me with his elbow in my face.” Mr. Broll nodded, but he still wasn’t convinced, “I can show you where it hurts if you want?” I asked with a grin, making Mr. Broll and Greg both look away in embarrassment and guilt.

“It doesn’t matter,” Mr. Broll said, “the fact remains that you threatened him, and you threatened him with violence. I’m not going to take that lightly.”

“Well I didn’t threaten him with violence,” Greg argued, “I only hit him when he got too close to my friends.”

“Still!” Mr. Broll said, but then he laid back. “Now, I don’t know what happened to both of you good friends, but you guys need to get it together.”

Those words hit me very hard, because memories immediately popped inside my head, making me remember everything that had happened today. I saw the fight, I saw Greg’s friends coming at me, and how they punched me and kicked me until I fell onto the ground.

But also when Greg and Greg were good friends, when we laughed, we joked around and went everywhere together. Now we weren’t together anymore, and I didn’t know what we were going to do now. “I’ve really admired your friendship, and being you guys are pretty good students, I’ll make a deal with you. You guys talk it out like actual people instead of dogs, and maybe I can settle with detention,” Mr. Broll said, as I thought about his deal, but Greg and I just stared at each other without saying anything.

“How about if we go outside for a bit?” Greg said after a while of silence.

“What?” I responded, but Mr. Broll was giving me the eye signal.

“It’ll be good for you two to get out of here for a bit, it will be good for you to clear your minds of all this anger and hate you have for each other,” he said. “You guys aren’t in the best of shape right now.”

Although I did it grudgingly, I walked out with Greg to the outside of the door. I wasn’t sure exactly what to say to Greg, but I didn’t know how to explain everything that had happened, and that it was my fault for pushing him against that locker.