Yeah, I guess it happened to me too. Sorry about the wall of text.
Although I was a skinny bookworm, I still had a tendancy to speak my heart, and had a good memory, as well as a talent for eavesdropping, so the number of people willing to fuck with me quickly thinned out.
I guess there was this one time I started arguing with this guy you COULD call a bully, except for the part where he had no physical strength (that is, he was on my level ^^), he was more of an annoying little prick. Well anyway, as I walk out the guy follows me, insulting me over and over again for nearly 10 minutes.
Thing is, since I didn't leave that close, my dad was there to pick me up with his bike (I was about 14, and there was no reliable bus to use). So, while the guy was cursing at me, I was looking at him patiently, whith a fucking HELMET on (I had made a sign to my old man, telling him not to get into the whole thing). Guy was just asking to get my armored head into his soft, squishy nose...
You thing it went ugly ?
Not exactly. After the guy ran out of breath, I smiled widely, bent slowly towards his ear and whispered softly all the things I could have, and thought of, doing him while I listened. I spared no details, and made sure to sound like a cold psycho, the Hannibal Lecter kind.
Guy looked at me, turned around and ran as fast as he could, sobbing and yelling out of sheer terror.
When I got on the bike, my father told me I was being way too kind and patient. Good times.
Although I was a skinny bookworm, I still had a tendancy to speak my heart, and had a good memory, as well as a talent for eavesdropping, so the number of people willing to fuck with me quickly thinned out.
I guess there was this one time I started arguing with this guy you COULD call a bully, except for the part where he had no physical strength (that is, he was on my level ^^), he was more of an annoying little prick. Well anyway, as I walk out the guy follows me, insulting me over and over again for nearly 10 minutes.
Thing is, since I didn't leave that close, my dad was there to pick me up with his bike (I was about 14, and there was no reliable bus to use). So, while the guy was cursing at me, I was looking at him patiently, whith a fucking HELMET on (I had made a sign to my old man, telling him not to get into the whole thing). Guy was just asking to get my armored head into his soft, squishy nose...
You thing it went ugly ?
Not exactly. After the guy ran out of breath, I smiled widely, bent slowly towards his ear and whispered softly all the things I could have, and thought of, doing him while I listened. I spared no details, and made sure to sound like a cold psycho, the Hannibal Lecter kind.
Guy looked at me, turned around and ran as fast as he could, sobbing and yelling out of sheer terror.
When I got on the bike, my father told me I was being way too kind and patient. Good times.