I, being a clear-headed introvert, don't get into fights often. I am in the stronger quartile of a group of about seventy friends but them being of the emo/nerd/indie variety it's not saying much. So this is in my final year of school and as it happens my friends and I have all been generalised into the genres I just mentioned and as such are not perceived as threats to the other side of the year that are more partial to sports, smoking and general dickery.
The backdrop to this, is one such dickhead that had been trying to make himself look bigger infront of his friends in classes by swearing towards us, you know, the usual. This guy was a joke, a joke you laughed at before hearing the punchline it was that funny.
I don't want to build a wall of text describing the kind of loser this guy is so here's a short summary. He doesn't do sports, he sits out the gym lessons, he has a moped that doesn't work, he's a fat one, he looks like a fucking diglett, he can't light his own cigarrettes and he is failing every subject possible.
Anyway this shithead was never much trouble, he would always start the arguments but just end up being laughed at. A few weeks into this we were stuck in a gym lesson together. I never really had a problem with the guy until he tried to intimidate me.
You know when someone who thinks they're better than you but they're really equal to something you'd scrape off the bottom of your shoe tries to act hard, thinking you're gonna back off scared.
He started it for no reason other than I was one of the 'greebs'. And I lost it. At first, not really having much fighting experience I was being thrown into walls and managed to avoid being injured on all the equipment sticking out awkwardly (we were fighting inside a shipping container stacked full of bats, hockey sticks, sharp edges and the likes) luckily now that I think about it. Somewhere in between I got a hold of him and threw him into a corner, I saw my advantage and I took it, beating every part of him I could reach.
The rest of the class, while the gym teacher was doing something irrelevant, thought it would be funny to lock the door of the container while we were fighting, plunging us both into darkness. As the door shut and the light changed briefly I saw the other guy, hands covering his head, back hunched over, leaning away from me. I suddenly realized what I was doing and stopped.
I walked away but heard him shout mockingly 'what do you call that?' after me. I turned back briefly and laughed.
I didn't tell anyone what happened until I heard he'd been crying in the changing rooms. We're 16.