Imagine your stomach turns every time you enter your school. Imagine you search for him around the hallways, and your heart skips a beat when you see a guy with a similar haircut or jock clothes. You are walking down the corridor of your high school, and he is still nowhere to be seen. But then, you see him. His sitting down on the floor, his back against the wall. Two of his girl friends around him. Then he sees you. You try to ignore him, but you can’t. You turn your head away, but something hits you hard. He threw a baseball at your head. The two girls laugh like that’s the funniest shit ever.
But this time you won’t turn the other cheek. This time you won’t shrug it off and tell yourself it’s only one more year before it all ends. This time you won’t ignore the bullying. This time you lunge at him. He is dumbstruck, he doesn’t even have time to get up. Your foot meets his face. His jaw breaks; it’s hanging now. They’ll have to wire it shut to fix it. The two girls run off screaming. He is still dazed and can’t get up. But this time you don’t stop there. You lift you foot and hit him again. This time his nose breaks , a volcano of blood erupts. You kick him again. His orbital bone breaks. One more kick. His cheekbone shatters in a million pieces. Another kick to the nose; it’s nowhere to be seen anymore, crumbled inside his skull. Just as you lift your leg for another blow, someone knock you down. Two guys jump on you and hold you down with all they got.
The girls are still screaming.
Wrestling the guys you manage to lift your head just enough to see the handy work. His pretty, charming and smug face isn’t all that pretty anymore. Now it’s a violent mosaic of blood, bone and flesh. Now it reflects what he is on the inside: an insecure, aggressive, ugly, cowardly bully.
Your ‘Chucks’ are ruined though; pieces of his nose stuck on the soles, blood soaked all they way to the socks. But you couldn’t care about that. A weird sense of pride fills you. It’s disturbing and good at the same time.
He had it coming, that’s for sure.