Romeo & Juliet (of the 20th century)

Part 2: Altercation

 A picture of the character Jackson to your right, and Shia literally IS the person I always pictured Jackson looking/acting like. He can get extremely cocky sometimes, but he's really funny and enjoyable to be around. 

I'll encourage anyone who hasn't watched Shia interview on Letterman to scoot on over to Youtube right this second and see for yourselves just how hilarious he is. :)

Anywho, let me know what you think of the chapter!

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He that is strucken blind cannot forget

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

I was on my hands and knees, in a navy janitor’s outfit scrubbing an old locker when a girl came running up to me with a wild look of excitement in her eyes. 

“Fight!” she screamed at me.

I had been doing these after school clean up session for two days and already saw many things I shouldn’t have, including my principal’s foot wart, but this was a new development. I looked at her, slightly bewildered, as she stared at me. I suppose she was waiting for me to jump up and demand to know where it was and who it was between, but to be honest, those things didn’t interest me. More than likely it was two bonehead guys trying to assert dominance over the other because one of them accidentally bumped into the other in a hallway five years ago. Living with a 17 year old boy helped me realize just how petty the majority of altercations between guys really were.

“You’re Tenley, right? Tenley Washington?” She asked with eager eyes.

I brushed hair out of my forehead and put down my scrubbing brush.

“Yes? Please don’t tell me one of them is bleeding on a locker. If I have to rescrub even a little part of—“

“No no! It’s Jackson! I mean, your brother! He’s in the fight!”

I was barely on my feet before she grabbed my arm and pulled me behind her, stumbling.

It only took half a minute to get to the place the fight was happening, and only half a second for me to realize that no one was going to stop it. It was after school hours and the other guys watching the fight, along with the one currently brawling with my brother, were obviously not students at this high school. They were all wearing bright orange jump suits and most of them were heavily tattooed and pierced all over.

I pushed through the crowd, wanting to get to Jack, but not knowing what in the world I was going to do when I got there.

“Excuse me! Excuse me!” I yelled, helplessly.

Then I saw them, Jack and some other boy with jagged, black hair. Both of their faces were bleeding, and most likely some bones were broken, yet they were still attempting to knock one another out.

“Come closer Hampton! Come say that shit that you were saying earlier!” Jack yelled at his opponent.

The guy he was talking to had bruised and swollen knuckles, matching Jack’s, and multiple gashes on his face. He was taller than my brother and the orange jump suit he was wearing made me believe he had more experience with physical fights than Jack. Like the rest of his friends, he had tattoos covering his arms and even part of his neck, along with a silver hoop in the right side of his bottom lip.

He spit in a spot to his left. I cringed when I saw the saliva was tinted red.

“Face it, Jackson, you’re not going to win this one. You’re fucking outnumbered 12 to 1! So just admit that you’re a sorry piece of shit and—“