Chapter 6: The FightA Chapter by BlakeChapter Six The Fight
Since they were not in the lab, but in the regular Biolgoy classroom, Selina sat in her desk in front of Ritch. Ritch hesistated in saying anything to her when he saw her black eye. He had a good feeling of how she got it, but he instead said to her in a tone of voice like "I'm sure whatever happened was an accident,": "Hey. What happened to your eye?" She did not turn to look at him, but merely turned her head to the left, so where he saw the "good side" of her face. She replied: "I was playing softball with a couple of friends. Carrie Johnson hit the ball and it hit me in the center of my eye. You can only imagine how bad it felt." Ritch nodded, though he did not believe her. He then said to her: "Ouch. Yeah, bet that hurt. Sorry about that." "It's okay," she said to him. Ritch had not felt the need to annoy her with the "I know your lying" stuff. He instead just left her alone. If she did not want to tell, he did not need to know. Until, atleast, he switched personalities. He grinned. "I'll ask Carrie about that. I'll say to her 'Why the hell-,'" Ritch looked in the direction of the teacher to make sure he had not heard him curse, then continued: "'-Why the hell did you hit Selina in the eye?" He knew this would make Selina either tell the truth or tell another lie that went against her previous lie. He could see how Selina's head tilted upwards when he said this. He could almost see the hair on her neck rise. "Well," Selina said, "I think it was Carrie." Ritch laughed at this. You suck at lying, Selina. Seriously." "I'm not lying." "Yes. You are. I can tell." "Ritch, I'm not-" "It was Terry wasn't it?" Ritch's tone had changed from the giddy voice to the deep, serious voice when he said this. Selina looked at the people nearby to make sure no one else was hearing any of this. "What are you talking about?" she said. "You know what I'm talking about. He hit you didn't he?" "No, Ritch. Of course he didn't. Why would you think that?" "Ummm, let's see. What was that reason again?" Ritch's voice had once again changed. "Ahh, yes. He's a b*****d." Selina turned around in her seat and looked Ritch in the eyes. She said to him: "He did not hit me. He wouldn't do that. So shut-," she paused, "-so shut up." She turned back around, her back facing Ritch. Ritch grinned again.
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Recess came after second period. All students, or atleast the ones not in detention, would go out and just sit and talk in front of the school. Today would be a bit more exciting, however. Ritch exited through the double-doors at the front of the school. He stepped down the steps, where several girls sat, so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. He made a twirl, searching for a person. He smiled when he found him. Ritch made his way over to Terry and his gang. They were, without a doubt, making plans for their new target. Ritch smiled to them when he got up close. "Hi," Ritch said to Terry, grinning. Terry looked at him, confused. "What do you want?" Terry said. The other boys were quiet. "Your girlfriend has a black eye," Ritch said. "And?" said Terry. "And? How'd it happen?" "I don't know." "You don't know? What kind of boyfriend are you?" This seemed to make Terry a bit angry. "What the hell are you here for?" "I want to know what happened to Selina." "Why?" "She's my friend." "Well get out of her damn business and go mind your own." "My friends are my business. What happened?" "I told you! I don't know! Now go away!" Terry's face was beginning to get red. "If you don't give me a reason then I'm going to continue believing that you hit her." Ritch's smiled slowly began fading while he said this. Terry looked at Ritch with unblinking eyes. "Is that what you think?" Terry said. "That I hit her?" "Well...yes," Ritch said. Terry, with eyes of rage, took a step closer to Ritch. The other boys in the "gang" stayed quiet, as if they were scared of something. "I think you'd better go before someone gets hurt, don't you think?" Terry said. "I think that if you really want to feel tough, you should try hitting a man, not a girl," Ritch said. Ritch stuck his cheek out and patted it with his hand. "Come on. Hit me." Ritch grinned again. "You really want to get your a*s whooped in front of everybody?" "OMG!" Ritch said, mocking a preppy girl, "You mean I'd have the honor to have my a*s whooped by you? Will you sign it while you're whoopin' it, o' mighty Terry?" A few of the other boys giggled at this. Terry said nothing, so Ritch continued. "After all, all the girls just love them a big, strong, bad man. But I bet none of those girls would have guessed that a guy like you, mean, strong, and oh so popular, would actually hit a girl! No way! That's not possible!" The veins in Terry's neck were beginning to show. Ritch continued: "Am I right? Of course I'm right. You're the great Terry Vac! Everyone loves you! You're big! You're bad! Who wouldn't-" Terry slammed his fist across Ritch's cheek. Ritch fell to the ground. The other boys began making rowdy noises, attracting the attention of everyone else. Ritch swiftly got back up, leaving his book-bag on the ground. He pushed his right shoulder into Terry's chest, pushing him backwards into the other boys. Terry was able to break free from Ritch's grasp and throw him to the ground. Through all the noise and people hollering, Ritch could almost hear Selina and Megan scream together: "Stop! Stop them!" But they did not stop. Terry was on top of Ritch, pounding his fist into Ritch's face. Suddenly, Ritch felt the inner change he often went through while changing personalities. Ritch threw his arm up, blocking Terry's next punch. He then swung his left fist into Terry's cheek. Terry fell off of him and onto the ground. Ritch leaped onto Terry's back and pushed his face into the dirt. One of Terry's friends went up to Ritch and kicked him in the stomach, forcing him to fall off of Terry's back. Ritch no longer needed to worry about Terry's friend when Lucas Harrison knocked the boy to the ground. Terry looked up at Ritch, dirt smeared across his face. Ritch stood up, blood streaming from his nose. "Come on! You want to prove how tough you are? I'm giving you the chance!" Ritch yelled out to him. Terry ran at Ritch, full speed. When he got close enough to Ritch, Ritch swung his fist upwards, smashing against Terry's chin. But that wasn't enough to stop Terry from throwing his entire body into Ritch. They both hit the ground again. Before the fight could continue, a group of boys and male teachers tore them from one another. But Ritch was happy with himself. He managed to get a few good hits on the "toughest" guy in school. It was also sweet revenge for hitting one of his closest friends, Selina. And though blood leaked from his nose and mouth, Ritch continued to smile. And then, suddenly, Ritch realized that he had no proof that Terry ever even hit Selina. "Ahh, who gives a damn?" Ritch thought. "I had fun." He laughed as the men holding him by the arms walked him to the pricipal's office. The bell rang for recess to end as the rain was beginning to fall.
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That Night
About the same time Ritch was having his therapy session, after a brutal lecture from his mother about his fight, the football players of Ritch's school had arrived at the location of their next game. They had talked about the fight at recess between Ritch and Terry, and how they didn't know what they would do without Terry as their quarterback. They got off of the bus and went into the fieldhouse of the other school, carrying all of their equipment in hand. Before getting dressed, a few of the boys went into the restroom. They made a few dirty jokes as they entered the stalls, laughing at one another. One of the boys, with long, curly, black hair, was one of the boys that helped Terry make fun of Meko and Zach. He was even the same boy that had kicked Ritch in the stomach earlier that day. He was the last one to enter the stalls, so therefore the last to leave. Though, he would never leave alive. After he leaned down to the flush the toilet, and turned to open the stall's door, he jumped in shock when he saw the flash of a blade slash through his neck. He collapsed to the floor, blood pouring from his mouth and neck. © 2011 BlakeAuthor's Note
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Added on March 27, 2011Last Updated on March 27, 2011 AuthorBlakeMSAboutMy name is Blake, like my WC account says... I'm 16 and live in a small town in Mississippi. My birthday is on October 29th. I write stories, books, and poems. I love to express my imagination. I'm.. more..Writing
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