"Outside" Tristan spat in Dean's face.

"I'm not going to fight you Dristan. I'd kill you."

"Just words farm boy, you're a pussy."

Dean lunged at Tristan, but was restrained. Tristan taunted Dean. "You're just a big stupid ass farm boy."

Enraged, Dean broke away "Come on Dristan." Dean then started for the door ignoring the pleadings of his girlfriend that Tristan was not worth it.

Once outside the two boys faced each other. "Here I am plowboy; so what are you going to do now?"

"You're crazy Dristan, she does not even like you."

"We'll see." Tristan then shoved Dean as hard as he could. Let's see what you got."

Suddenly Tristan felt a sledgehammer blow to his ribs that took the breath out of him. The next thing he knew his nose exploded across his face. He feebly tried to put up a defense, but Dean's next blow went through his pathetic attempt to defend himself and drove his teeth through his lips. Then he felt another blow to his ribs. Two of his damaged ribs gave out and broke under the powerful blow. He fell to the ground. The next thing he knew Rory was yelling at Dean telling him to stop and what kind of animal was he?

She then knelt down beside him and tenderly tried to stop the flow of blood from his nose. She had gotten a towel from somewhere. Tristan watched the towel turn quickly scarlet. Rory cradled his head on her lap; soiling her dress. "You'll be okay Tristan. They called an ambulance. I will ride with you to the hospital."

Rory looked up at Dean. "Go home. How could you do this?"

Rory turned back to Tristan. Tristan looked into her eyes. He saw tenderness and concern. If he could smile he would have. He may have lost the fight but he won the girl.