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I glared at the boy, my anger boiling over as I approached him with clenched fists. The adrenaline pumping through my veins fueled my actions as I unleashed a powerful punch towards his face, aiming to teach him a lesson.

"You want a fight? You've got one!" I shouted, my voice trembling with rage.

However, to my surprise, he swiftly evaded my blow, effortlessly sidestepping my attack.

His nimble reflexes were astonishing, and before I could react, he retaliated with lightning speed. With a swift motion, he expertly maneuvered behind me and delivered a powerful strike to my back, causing me to stumble and crash heavily onto the unforgiving ground. The impact sent a sharp jolt of pain coursing through my body, leaving me momentarily disoriented.

"Pathetic," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

As I tried to regain my composure, the boy wasted no time. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity as he closed in on me, his determination evident.

Before I could fully recover, he closed the distance between us and landed a solid punch right in my eye, causing me to groan out in pain. The force of the blow overwhelmed me, and I felt myself losing control.

"Is that all you've got?" he taunted, stepping back with a smirk.

Just as the fight seemed to be reaching its climax, a voice cut through the chaotic scene. Meiying, a close friend who always had my back, yelled at both of us, her voice filled with concern and worry.

"Stop it, both of you! This isn't solving anything!" she shouted, rushing over.

Her intervention disrupted the intensity of the moment, and the raucous crowd began to quiet down, their attention shifting to the unfolding situation.

"Are you okay?" she asked, kneeling beside me and reaching out, gently holding my hand to examine the damage to my eye.

"Don't touch me!" I snarled, pushing her away with a dismissive wave of my hand.

The sting of my own words lingered in the air, reminding me of the regret that would surely follow once the adrenaline subsided.

"Please, just let us help you," Meiying pleaded, her eyes wide with concern.

"Leave me alone," I growled, my voice filled with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Not long after, another voice broke through the tense silence. It was Harry, a friend who had witnessed the altercation. Concern laced his words as he called out to me.

"Mate, what the hell happened? Are you alright?" he asked, stepping forward cautiously.

I couldn't bear the weight of their worry and pity. Frustrated with myself and the situation, I snapped at Harry as well.

"You too, Harry, leave me alone," I hissed, my tone laced with bitterness.

The boy who had attacked me stood nearby, his eyes still locked onto mine, seemingly waiting for my next move.

Determined not to show any more weakness, I slowly pushed myself up, wincing as pain radiated through my body.

"Is that it? Are we done here?" he jeered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, we're done," I spat back, glaring at him one last time before turning away.

With that, I felt myself sinking into solitude, consumed by the pain in my eye and the weight of my emotions. Slowly, I mustered the strength to stand up, feeling the ache in my body as I made my way home, each step a reminder of my failed attempt at retribution.

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