Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
Just focus on the wall. There is nothing but the wall, Jimmy told himself as he tried to meditate. "Oh, damn it!" he yelled as he stood up. He couldn't focus on meditating; he was too upset about Cindy.
"This is ridiculous. Why can't I let myself have one stupid night of fun? I've worked nonstop for the past two years, I deserve a night off. And a date with Cindy? I've been dreaming about that for three years!" he yelled to himself.
Goddard walked into the room and jumped onto Jimmy's lap as Jimmy sat down. The boy genius smiled as Goddard licked his face before curling up into a ball on his lap. "I love you, Goddard."
After a few moments Jimmy got up and walked into another room in his lab. "Well, I'm in no mood to meditate. I might as well work on this." Jimmy walked over to a large screen and touched it. Several images popped onto it. He began zooming in and examining each one. They were pictures of his brain. He then walked over to a long table that was covered with beakers and test tubes. He picked a few up and wrote some notes down.
About a month after he talked to his future self, Jimmy had gotten to work on this experiment. With his psychic powers gone, he had no way to reconnect with his future self. Jimmy knew that he couldn't save the world alone, he barely had any idea what was going on. So had set to work on an experiment to reactivate the dormant part of his brain. The part that had allowed Jimmy to have psychic powers. He hoped that if he got his powers back, then he could talk with his future self again.
Well, here goes another perfect Saturday night, he thought as he sat down and began writing some things down on a clipboard.
Two day later it was Monday morning again. Jimmy was walking down the hallway towards his first period class, but he saw Carl and Sheen walking by at the other end of the hallway. "Carl! Sheen!" he shouted as he ran to catch up with them.
"Jimmy! Hey, how have you been?" Sheen asked.
"Good, good," Jimmy muttered as they continued walking in silence.
Over the past two years the three friends had drifted apart, no doubt due to Jimmy's changed behavior. They still hung out sometimes at school, though. But that was it. School was Jimmy's only time to socialize and act like a normal kid. He spent all the rest of his time training.
"So, how's llama boy doing?" Butch sneered as he ran up to the group and started walking with them.
"Not today, Butch," Carl timidly told the bully.
"Aw, come on. I'm bored," Butch said as he shoved Carl into a locker.
"Leave him alone, Butch," Jimmy told him. A few kids were starting to crowd around the four.
"Stay out of this, you freak," Butch said as he shoved Carl again.
Ouch. Words can hurt, Butch. "Seriously, Butch. Let him go," Jimmy told him, a little meaner.
"What's the little genius going to do? Confuse me with some big words?" Butch taunted.
Alright. Let's see how much of a difference this training has made. "I don't want to fight you, Butch. Just leave us alone," Jimmy told him as he clenched his fists. There was now a large circle of students around the group.
"No, I bet you don't," Butch snarled as he reeled back and threw a punch at Jimmy's face.
Jimmy promptly ducked as the fist came flying by where his head had been. A surprised look came across Butch's face, but he just sent another punch flying at Jimmy's stomach. Jimmy blocked it and spun Butch's wrist around.
"Ah, damn it!" Butch seethed as he rubbed his wrist. "No more Mr. Nice Guy," he shouted as he ran towards Jimmy with his arms outstretched.
Jimmy spun around and gave him a round-house kick to the stomach. Butch reeled back in pain. "You're dead, you little bastard!" Butch yelled as he grabbed some nearby kid's books and chucked them at Jimmy's head.
Jimmy wasn't expecting that. He dodged the first two, but the third book slammed into his face. "Ow!" Jimmy said as he fell to the ground. Get up, you weakling. He's asking for it now. Jimmy jumped up and wiped his bleeding nose. He ran towards Butch and let loose a barrage of punches.
Butch smiled a little as he blocked most of them. He then shoved Jimmy into the opposite wall's lockers. Damn it. Focus, Jimmy. Remember what you've learned. Jimmy took a deep breath and got back up. He slowly walked back towards Butch.
Butch threw several more punches, all of which Jimmy dodged. He grabbed Butch's wrist after the last punch. Butch's smile turned into a look of surprise as Jimmy flipped him over.
Butch jumped up and ran towards our hero. Jimmy got into a stance and took a deep breath. He spun around and gave another round-house kick to Butch's head. The bully fell onto several students who were watching the fight. He got up and ran as fast as he could towards Jimmy, who backed up a few steps. He jumped to the side, out of Butch's path at the last second. As he jumped he grabbed Butch's leg and tripped him. That sent Butch falling headfirst into a wall.
Jimmy hit the ground and rolled. He immediately got back up and resumed a fighting stance, but Butch was out cold. He looked around to see several students applauding.
"What the heck is going on here?" Principal Martins shouted as he and several teachers ran up to the students. "You are in big trouble, Mr. Neutron," he said as he and the teachers tried to get Butch awake.
"Hey, Jimmy didn't do anything. He didn't even fight back until Butch threw a second punch!" a kid yelled from the crowd.
"Yeah, he didn't do anything!" another kid shouted.
"He was just protecting me after Butch shoved me," Carl quietly told the principal.
"You know that Jimmy would never fight someone unless they fought him first," Cindy piped in. Jimmy glanced at her and mouthed the words thank you. Cindy just smiled.
"Alright, come with me," the principal said as he grabbed Jimmy's arm and led him into his office.
Once Jimmy was seated the principal sighed and rubbed his chin. He paced around for a moment before talking. "I like you, James. You're a smart, nice, quiet kid. You've never gotten into trouble here before. But fighting another student? We can't just ignore that," he sadly told Jimmy as he shook his head.
"Look, Butch started it," Jimmy said. Principal Martins opened his mouth, but Jimmy held up his hand. "Please, let me finish. Butch was insulting and shoving Carl. I tried to talk him down, but he shoved me. He then threw a punch at me. I let that one go. But then he threw another. You adults are ridiculous. It's against the rules to protect myself? What do you want me to do, just stand there and let him hit me?" Jimmy angrily asked.
"You should walk away," the principal calmly reminded Jimmy.
"Will you please stop living in a fairy tale? This is real life! Nobody knows that more than me! If I run from a fight, my life is a living hell from now on. That bully will just come back and beat me up tenfold. I have a right to defend myself. And that includes blocking his blows and subduing my opponent. I did not hit him any more than I had to! I tried to talk him out of it! Now you cannot punish me for protecting myself!" Jimmy angrily shouted.
The principal thought about that for a moment. "I won't suspend you. But you have an hour's detention tomorrow. Now get to class," he told Jimmy.
Idiot. Jimmy got up and started walking to his class. "Well, at least I know the training's been working," he mumbled as he continued walking down the hallway.