Just Like the 80s Films

David Goldberg

I couldn't find a picture for my boy :((( I guess he'll have to live in your imagination
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Update: I found one but in my head he has glasses because he's a classic cute 80s dork
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     The bullies at my school were such total idiots all the time. They wore letterman jackets and stupid fingerless gloves and spiky hair gel because I guess they wanted to look straight out of a tacky movie. Today was Friday so they were running around like:
"School's for fools!!"
"It's the weekend, jerk-offs!"
"What're we doing this weekend?"
"Your mooooom!"
"Hey look, there's that dweeb from earlier!"
This caught my intrigue, mostly because I couldn't see who they were talking about.
"Let's get him!!" One of the oafs shouted.
For some crazy reason, I decided to follow them that day. I chased them through the hall, around the corner, and slyly through the main entrance.
That's when I saw him. That boy from class who was so friendly that one day. He looked panicked, his thick-rimmed glasses askew and his hair disheveled. His knees were freshly scraped, like maybe he had fallen on the concrete in an attempt to run. He hadn't talked to me since that first day, I must have been too harsh on him. But hey, I guess he was just leaving me alone like everybody else now. Which is exactly what I wanted, right? It's not like I'd been thinking about that boy every day, wondering if he'd found some friends or if he was, like, okay or whatever.
The bullies cornered the small brown-haired boy into the wall.
"Awww." The biggest bully taunted, "still wanna be friends, butt-munch?"
"Please go away..." David squeaked out.
"Sucks to suck, fa***t." Said one of the other two. They were going to beat him up if nobody stopped them.
And then I made the stupid choice to come out from behind the corner. "Hey!" I shouted. "I suggest you scatter!" I don't know what came over me.
The big scary one came over to me, scowling. "Oh yeah??" He growled. "I suggest you make me."
Just then one of the bullies screamed a shrilly scream from over by David.
"Not cool dude!" The ginger one shouted, as his friend crouched in pain.
In the chaos of things, I punched the big guy in the face. Not gonna lie, it felt good.
He gripped his nose and sniffled. "You'll pay for this, dickhead." He turned to face his friends. "Come on dudes, let's go." They left, and one of them turned around to hit his bicep and raise hit fist up at us.
I ran over to the boy to make sure he was okay. His brown eyes were big and frightened, like a scared puppy. "Hey, uh... it's David right?" I said, playing it super cool.
"Yeah. I never got your name."
"I'm Matthew but, like, you can call me Matt I guess." I said.
"Well um thank you... Matthew. You kinda saved me."
I laughed nervously. "It kinda seems like you saved yourself there. What did you do anyway?"
"I uh..." he mumbled.
"What?"
"I kicked him in the balls." He said with a straight face.
I burst out laughing. David's big eyes softened and he started to laugh too.
"Not cool dude!!" I imitated the bully's friend, which cracked him up. After a while, I asked, "So why were they after you anyways?"
He paused. "Well... I kinda tried to sit with them at lunch and... they called me... uh..."
"Never mind what they called you." I said. "They're a bunch of dick-wads with no lives."
He smiled.
"Where do you sit now?" I asked.
He looked down, ashamed. "I um... I eat by the trash bots."
I hadn't let anyone sit by me in ages, but I couldn't help it. "I mean you can, like, eat with me. I guess. If you want."
"Really?" He beamed.
"At the other end of the table."
He laughed a cute little laugh. "Friends?" He said.
"Don't push it." I teased him.

But yeah, I guess I had, like, a friend or whatever.

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