I kept my skateboard in my locker because I hated taking the bus, and I was way too poor to have my own car despite the fact that I had my license. I dumped my books in the locker then shut it quickly before everything fell out. As I clicked the lock shut and turned around to walk away I saw her. Someone bumped into me and muttered an apology but I was still looking at her. I needed to get away. I needed to stop looking at her. So I quickly turned my feet to the right and fell into the crowd of people walking. Of course I would trip and fall.
She glanced over at me, giggled and then walked off. I don’t think anyone even noticed that I was laying on the ground. I pushed myself off the ground and walked over to where my skateboard had rolled.
“Nice wipe out bro.” Kyle shouted to me from down the hallway.
“I was hoping no-one would see that.”
“Well I saw it nice and clear. And I’m not going to let you live that down.” He said laughing at me.
“I’m happy I have such a great friend to support me.” I said sticking my tongue out at him.
Before Kyle got the chance to make some smart ass reply we saw a huge group of people in the pit. The pit is a place in the middle of the school, that’s not even a pit. It’s just notorious for fights. If there was a fight in school it was in the pit. Everyone would crowd around the two people fighting so tightly that teachers couldn’t get in and break it up. Then when the fight was over everyone would scatter and get away before they were given detention.
Kyle was tall so he could see over everyone’s heads and see who was in the middle.
“It’s Trent and Ryan. Again.” Kyle told me
I’m not at all surprised by this because those two always got in fights. It was Ryan, the bad skater boy against Trent, the good athletic jock. They were enemies and complete opposites. And they never agreed on something.
“I wonder what they’re fighting about this time.” I said
Some freshman kid turned around and said “Ryan said something about Trent’s girl. So that’s why they’re fighting.” I got on my tiptoes and saw the heads of the two seniors circling each other. Each guy waiting for the other to make the first move.
I pushed through the crowd more and more, until I could see both guys clearly. And right as I thought nothing was going to happen Trent rushed towards Ryan with all his force. Both were super built and looked like they could punch through a wall. Ryan was too slow and didn’t move fast enough to avoid Trent’s tackle. They were both on the floor now, and Trent was on top. First hit. Ryan’s nose spurted blood. Second hit. Trent’s jaw went skyward and Ryan shoved Trent off of him. They were both crouched low ready for the next blow.
Both of them ran towards each other and met in the middle of the pit. Fists were thrown, but easily blocked by forearms. Then Ryan took his knee and slammed it into Trent’s abdomen. Still Trent held on to Ryan's black t-shirt and kept exchanging blows. And then Trent’s fist connected with Ryan's face and sent him back a step or two. Trent used all his weight and slammed into Ryan while he was still dazed. When they fell, you could hear Ryan’s head hit the tile floor. And then Trent hit Ryan non-stop. Ryan couldn’t put up any defense and was helpless.
That’s when I decided to do something incredibly stupid and rash. I ran into the middle of the pit and tackled Trent off Ryan. I could hear everyone gasping and their yells grew into a roar. I was still on top of Trent, but he easily shoved me off and picked me up by my collar.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He screamed into my face. But instead of answering I looked behind Trent and saw Ryan get up. He needed to get his ass over here and help me out or else I was dead.
I faked an innocent face, and started to say something, but instead of speaking I slammed my left hand into the side of his face. That was my first mistake. My knuckles were bleeding and all I did was piss Trent off.
“You think you can just jump into a fight like this and punch me?” He yelled at my face again.
Thankfully I didn’t have to answer because Ryan tapped on his shoulder and smashed his fist into Trent’s nose. My collar was let go, and I scrambled to regain my footing. Ryan gave me a look of gratitude and then motioned for me to go away.
I turned around and ran back into the crowd, grabbed my backpack and skateboard and then sprinted to the doors leading away from the school. I threw my skateboard down, hopped on, and rode as fast as I could. I didn’t stop for a long time, until I was sure that I was far away.
What the hell did I just do? I took on one of the most popular guys in the school all for what? Some guy I didn’t even like. I was in serious trouble. Tomorrow I would go back to school and get murdered or something. I was dead meat.
I hope Ryan got out ok, else me risking my ass was for nothing. I still can’t believe I even stuck up for him. I guess I did it because of all the times he’s looked out for me in the past. And because I couldn’t just stand by and watch a person get hit that hard.
I rounded the corner and saw my house on the right. Just looking at the old thing made me depressed. It had gone to ruins when Mom had died. Like I said, I don’t get happy endings. All the flowers that she grew years ago, were now dead and grey. The grass needed to be cut. And all the blinds were shut on the windows. The house itself was a light grey and had a brick chimney sticking out the side of it.
When I entered my house I immediately sprinted up the stairs and got to my bedroom before my dad had the chance to say hi to me. He really was a good guy. He tried to be there for me, but the simple fact was that he didn’t understand me anymore. I was a completely different person than the little 6th grader he used to know. I dropped my backpack on my floor and plopped myself onto my bed. I took my phone out of my pocket just so that I could check that I didn’t have messages. That’s normally how it was. Unless Kyle wanted to hang, but otherwise, I was basically a loner.
I thought about the homework that I needed to finish for tomorrow, but quickly decided that it could be done late at night. You could say I’m a procrastinator. Just a little bit. Actually a lot. Normally I do all my homework right before the class it’s due. So instead of doing homework I grabbed my headphones and blasted music. That was another way of getting away from my dad. Just pretend to be asleep and play music really loud.
