Finn's head snaps back so sharply that if Puck had super hearing he'd bet he would have heard the crackle and pop of Finn's vertebrae. Blood trickles from the taller teen's nose as he holds it in shock. Puck stands guarded ignoring the stunned bleeding boy in front of him. His first inclination is that Finn will strike first ask questions later, but he is wrong. The punk is going to cry. I can't blame him; he has no idea what's going on. If some guy walked up and hit me; I'd kill him, not cry.
"What was that for?" Finn yells through his covered mouth. He's still holding his nose trying to impede the bleeding. He searches around the hall for any witnesses; it would murder his reputation if people saw this. Especially the tears filling his eyes.
Does Puck owe Finn an excuse for what could be considered a legitimate sucker punch? Maybe so, but that doesn't mean he was going to get one. Was it a pot shot, yes, but Finn deserved it. From what I have gathered English Girl didn't get a heads up before he screwed her, pun definitely intended, and left her high and dry. Not that I know of, and even if he did, it doesn't justify his actions. I mean, not that I know exactly what really happened but whatever it was it was enough to make her want to off herself. And for that, I'm going to make him wish he was dead.
Fuming, Puck hisses through his teeth, "I'll tell you later, right now, I just want to finish what I started."
Puck doesn't think this worthless piece of crap deserves a preamble to his butt kicking. And there will be plenty kicking of the butt.
"What? You're crazy."
Puck cocks his head to the left, thinking over Finn's accusation. "Maybe, but I can live with that."
Tired of thinking about my actions, I strike Finn with a right hook to his jaw connecting with a fighter's precision. The punishment I know he is getting is mirrored in the pain I feel course through my still closed fist. Pain I gladly accept if it means the jerk that hurt Mercedes will experience what she feels. If only just a little.
Finn stumbles to his right; the impact causing his vision to blur. Shaking his head to clear the stars, he steadies himself preparing for a fight he didn't ask for.
"Now he catches on." Puck taunts Finn feeling the adrenaline pump through his body fueled by his rage. This fight is going to work wonders with expelling each and every demon that has been haunting him. Just like the dope readying himself to fight used Mercedes, an ugly truth I know, I'm going to used Finn. Make him a punching bag on English Girl's behalf.
"If it's a fight you want, well, you got it." Finn can barely see through the pain throbbing in his nose and the steady pulsing in his jaw.
Puck rolls his eyes at how pathetic Finn sounds speaking through his swollen nose with a muffled voice. Without a second thought Puck lunges at Finn grabbing him by the shoulders and kneeing him in the stomach. Finn furls over pushing Puck back as he hold his abdomen, but quickly realizing his disadvantage, rushes Puck ramming his midsection with his right shoulder driving him into the lockers hard enough to knock the wind from him.
As I try to catch my breath the prick takes the given opportunity, the only one he's going to get, and lands a pretty substantial blow to my mouth. I curse as the copper taste of blood fills my mouth. This is one flavor I would rather not have the pleasure of relishing, so, I spit out the stuff and work my jaw from left to right.
A smile curls onto Finn's lips when he sees the blood covering Puck's teeth, hoping he has knocked one out or at least loosened a few. Seeing as how the amount of blood produced from his hit doesn't quite equal the amount lost from his busted nose, neither option seems valid. However, it does make him feel like he's gaining some control in the fight finally. Finn's gloating is rendered moot when puck advances with raging speed delivering a series of punches with almost the skill of an amateur boxer.
Jab.
Eye.
Jab.
Jaw.
Jab.
Gut.
It all happens in such rapid succession Finn can't match Puck blow for blow, never being much of a fighter, tending mostly toward loving. Promptly Finn dodges a possible fatal hit and tackles Puck, his one sure fire fighting skill. Succeeding, they land on the floor Finn on top. Immediately they being tussling and scuffling as the crowd starts to grow around them. Finn recognizes his mistake too late as he's lying on the floor being pummeled by his friend.
I put all of my weight onto the punk squirming underneath me and drill him. Blow after blow, hit after hit, ignorant of the cheering audience around us. That is, until I feel myself being ripped away and tossed away from the bloody douche lying on the floor looking pitiful. I look past Coach Bieste still seeing red fighting to get to Finn, but she's got me, pushing me into the wall. She's screaming in my face. I don't hear her but I know she's yelling because I can feel the spit spraying my face. Nothing she says registers because I only have eyes for Finn, and the buzzing surrounding me doesn't simmer until I see Sylvester picking him up helping him down the hall.
"What are you thinking? Hey! Hey? Listen to me. What's going on here?"
"Nothing!"
"That wasn't nothing, Noah, you just beat up your teammate. Something is going on. Now. Spill."
Bieste must be out of her mind if she thought I was going to tell her why I beat the crap out of douche-number-one. She may be intimidating and all manly but I'm not in the mood for talking.
"Just let me go."
"No, Puck, not until you tell me why you were smashing your friend's face."
I heard about her persistence. The chick may look like a male body builder and eat like one, but she is all woman when it comes to talking. She can't get enough of it. I guess to get rid of her I should tell her something.
"Look, he did something to someone who didn't deserve it. Hurt'em. So I hurt him."
"That's it? That's all you got?"
"That's all I'm giving."
"Okay, hope you have more for Figgins."
Coach Bieste shakes her head disappointed in the football player. But what could she do, he doesn't want to talk and if he doesn't talk, she can't help him. Walking away, Bieste motions for her student to follow her.
When they get to Figgins' office, his secretary informs them that Puck has to take a seat and wait to be called in. He takes a seat willingly, Finn is nowhere in sight and his back and side are killing him. Coach Bieste leaves as soon as I sit down; I guess she doesn't see the need to mediate with it just being me, which I am all too grateful for. She's the one teacher, coach person that I actually like, but I can't tolerate her tough woman with a heart thing today, not that her understanding my situation would do anything. I'm going to get kicked out of school for a week and my mom's going to kill me. I may never make it back to school. I'll be dead. Dead. I wish just a little bit that I were dead then I wouldn't have to deal with this headache and aching side. Physically exhausted, I rest my head on the wall behind me; Figgins is a crap principal and will probably take at least an hour before he gets to me. I close my eyes about to take a nap when I hear someone shuffling in my direction and feel them throw themselves in the seat beside me.
He doesn't open his eyes, not even a little. Puck doesn't want to look at Finn, for fear of breaking his face more than he already has. Neither did he want to talk to the vile human. If he didn't have to speak with Finn for the rest of his life it would be too soon.
"What was that about? I thought we were friends."
Puck doesn't answer him right away, but opens one eye glancing in Finn's direction without turning his head. What he sees causes an involuntary chuckle, which comes out as a grunt. Finn is staring back at him with a tissue stuffed nose and a black eye that Puck knows from experience will be swollen shut by day's end. His shirt is stained with blood and bruises are appearing on his cheeks. Puck guesses that there's probably a big one growing on his abdomen from the knee he'd given him. A number or two had really been done on him. Closing his eye, Puck takes a deep breath.
"I'm going to say this to you and I'm not saying anything else to you. Got it?"
There is a pregnant pause; Puck isn't waiting for Finn to answer per se. He doesn't care if he does because this would be all he said to Finn regardless. However, Finn doesn't answer.
"Mercedes Jones." The secretary calls Puck's name; Figgins is finally ready for him. He doesn't look at him even as he passes by. "And we were never friends."
Once in the office, I take my usual seat prepared to ignore the load of bull that's about to come out of this wack job's mouth. I know the drill; he should know that by now, but goes through it anyway. I know I'm out for five consecutive days and when I come back, no games just practice, for at least three games. It's not like I'm all that valuable. I'm staring blankly at him when he does something I don't expect. He asks me why I beat Finn up. Normally he just gives me the run down and dismisses me, but he must be confused by my actions because just two days ago everyone thought that Finn and I were friends. He's expecting an answer I assume, but it's not my place to mention English Girl. This was about her, and I couldn't tell Figgins why I did what I did without implicating her. So I didn't.
"He deserved it." What's the point anyway when it's not going to stop him from kicking my butt out of school?
When the principal finishes with Puck, he sends him out to wait while he talks with Finn. Only five minutes pass by and he's called in again. More of the same rigamarole. It was all my fault. Right, there. I practically ambushed Finn, no complaint from me on that. And he was calling my mom.
"Figgins you can't call my mom she's at work, and she'll freak. So just give me some kind of letter or something and I'll give it to her when she gets home." He looks at me with what could amount to shock, but complies. He's a lazy administrator and it doesn't hurt that I know they keep that stuff on file. I take the letter and walk out. I don't wait for the rest; it's been a long morning and now I have the rest of the day off. Initially, I set out for home; I need to lie down. I'm tired and my side is still hurting, but thinking about the fight, I remember why I fought and change direction toward the hospital.
Arriving at the hospital, Puck realizes he looks like he's been in a brawl with his bloody lip and goes to clean up. After washing up, he b-lines it to Mercedes' room hoping she's alone. He couldn't have her mother seeing him like this; her perception of him would be ruined, and she would probably want him nowhere near her daughter. He doesn't even think about running into her father knowing the chances of that actually happening are pretty slim. When he makes it to the room he doesn't knock, simply walking through the door.
"Hey."