A guy who I've known for between 7-8 years. He decided that he didn't want to know me when we started sixth form, which I got over, but I sure as fuck weren't talking to him again. At a party a few months ago, he decided that I owed him a drink, which let's just say didn't end well (nearly degraded into a fight). I tripped him up with some karate shit and left, him following me, crying about how much he hated school and how his mates treat him like a *****.
Just desserts, I supposed.
Next morning, I find out he's spreading rumours around school about how he beat me up after I tried to do some karate shit. This, I admit, irritated me for a moment before I thought about how my name is 'mud' anyway at school, so basically I have lost nothing. Again, I get over this eventually, coming to the conclusion that he is being stuck at school for another year while I get to leave this shit school, God willing.
Until today. When I find out he has a scholarship in America for his baseball. He is safe, he could go right now if he wanted. He gets to go to an American university despite his shit grades, and may even get a career as a professional baseballer. I, who work my arse off at school and get nothing in return, face an uncertain future while this lazy, butt-kissing, shit-stirring ARSEHOLE has his life on easy street by the merit of being able to throw a fucking ball and being able to swing a bit of fucking wood.
So yeah. Do I only get one punch?
