The fight was caused by the relationship. It started when Mitchell found out from Lee Will that Grayson took Moira out on Friday and they ended up back at his house. On Monday, he went straight up to Moira at her locker, slammed it shut (making sure not to hit her), and demanded, "Did you go out wif Grayson on Friday?"

Moira looked up at him with her eyebrow raised, clearly annoyed that her locker had been slammed in her face as she was trying to retrieve her chemistry book. "And if I did?"

"Well, ain't we been seein' each uver?"

"Yes, we've been going on dates and fooling around at my house. Mostly because you refuse to invite me back to your place."

"Ain't havin' you think I live in a caravan."

"I don't think you live in a caravan, Mitchell. I wouldn't care if you did. I don't have a problem with gypsies."

"Don't matter. This ain't the point right now, Maggie. Are you goin' wif me or Grayson?"

"I'm not "going with" either of you, Mitchell. I'm exploring my options within the Abbey Grove social realm."

"What?"

"I'm seeing you separately. We've never discussed being exclusive, Mitchell. You assumed. You shouldn't assume, dear."

"I assumed 'cause you been snoggin' me and foolin' round wif me for free months now!"

"Yet I did not once state that I am or was your girlfriend. Now kindly move so I can access the locker you slammed shut in my face."

"I'm goin' to fight him."

"You're going to get your ass kicked."

Mitchell snorted and took off towards Grayson's usual hangout near the stairs. Moira Margaret watched him for a second as if she were considering going after him, then turned and went back to searching through her locker. It was fifteen minutes before the cell phones started buzzing in her chemistry class. She looked up at the teacher, annoyed that nothing was being done about the twenty cells ringing simultaneously. She growled, "Do none of you wankers know to turn your phones off in class?"

"Grayson's goin' to kick Mitchell 'arper's arse. They're fightin' in the school lobby. I 'ear Grayson 'as a knife!" One student yelled, started a chain reaction from the others. There was nothing the teacher could do. The students rushed the door. Moira Margaret sighed in irritation. Even the teacher rushed out. She continued the equation she was working on until a shout from the hallway sounded. A student rushed in and shouted, "Da fight's spreadin' dis way! Mitchell's actually 'oldin' 'is own."

"And?"

"And dey're bof already bleedin'!"

"Chemistry class isn't going to start again until this fight is broken up, is it?"

"Course not!"

"Fucking cunts!" Moira slammed her pencil down onto the table and stormed out into the hall. There was a large circle gathered in the hall. She stared at it for a second before she started making her way towards the front of the crowd. She could be tracked by her voice. "Get the fuck out of the way, you fucking idiot bastards."

Anybody who didn't move got a quick jab to the pressure point until she made her way to the center of the crowd where people were centered around Mitchell and Grayson. At the time, Grayson was straddling Mitchell, pinning him to the ground by his knees on his shoulders and hitting him in the face as hard as he could. Grayson's mouth was pouring blood and a gash above his left eye had it almost completely closed. Mitchell was smirking up at him while Grayson hit him. He laughed, "Fuckin' girl."

"You two, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Moira Margaret's voice froze Grayson in mid swing.

"I'm fuckin' beatin' a knob."

"Knew you were a fuckin' faggot," Mitchell sneered.

"You're both fucking daft." Moira reached out and grabbed Grayson's arm to pull him off of Mitchell.

He shrugged her off and growled, "I'm doin' somethin' right now, Ra."

"Get off of him or I'm going to arm bar you again."

"Ra, don' fuckin'…."

"Fuckin' stupid move, dumb shit," Mitchell snorted.

Moira reached out and grabbed Grayson by his throat. Before he had a chance to react, he pressed her thumb and forefinger against each side of his Adams apple and pulled upwards and back. He let out a strangled yelp before he rose up with her hand quickly. Mitchell snorted and Moira commanded, "You too. Up, dumbshit. Now."

"You're missin' some words dere, Moira Margaret," Mitchell replied, grinning through his blood filled mouth.

"If you don't get your fucking ass up off that floor right now and come with me, I'm going to hurt you."

"Now, Moira Margaret, you need to learn to…."

He didn't get to finish the statement because Moira reached down and wrapped her hand around his testicles. She squeezed hard and Mitchell squealed in agony. She released him and commanded again, "Get your ass moving."

Still holding Grayson by his throat, she turned and the crowd parted around her. Mitchell followed after them, sneering at anyone who looked at them wrong. She led them to an empty classroom just as Pickwell appeared, screaming about students being out of class. In the classroom, she slammed and locked the door behind her quickly, muttering "Thank God for teacher cuts" while she did it. She turned to the two as Grayson raised his fist threateningly to Mitchell and Mitchell motioned for him to hit him. She ordered, "You two, fucking quit it now. We're going to talk about this."

"What's to talk about? You were fuckin' 'im while you were seein' me!" Mitchell snapped.

"One, I didn't 'fuck' anybody. Two, neither of you own my body and I owe neither of you anything. And, three, I didn't tell either of you that our relationships were serious. I refuse to behave as if I'm owned by another person."

"We went on like seven dates!"

"What? You actually went on dates wif dis helmet! We ain't never gone on dates!"

"Dats cause you ain't important."

"If the two of you don't stop arguing, I will kill you. Now let's discuss why the two of you are so angry."

"Ain't talkin' bout nuffin' in front o' 'im." Mitchell growled.

"Suck it up, you knob. Moira Margaret, I ain't pissed at you. I'm pissed at 'im for dinkin' he could kick me ass. You need to get dis shit taken care o'."

"So you're fine wif her fuckin' whoever she wants?"

"Least she's seein' me."

Mitchell rolled his eyes and turned to stare back at Moira. "Look, you need to explain to us what's goin' on."

"Fine. I like spending time with you, Mitchell. I also like spending time with Grayson. What's wrong with me spending time with both of you?"

"Because it ain't right to do that, Moira Margaret! Jesus Christ!"

"Why isn't it right?"

"It's just not right. You know we all know it ain't right!"

"You don't think it's right because people have told you that it's not right. But, that doesn't mean that it's not right. It's just beliefs that have been forced upon you."

"Ain't da only thing been forced on you, is it, choir boy?" Grayson chimed in.

"Shut up, Grayson."

"Grayson, hush. Look, I can either date both of you or neither of you. I like you both and I'm not going to allow you to be childish about it. We won't play the 'which one do you like better game?'" With that, she stood up, smoothed down her skirt, and left the room. Mitchell looked over at Grayson, who was staring at him calmly and coldly.

"Look 'ere, mate. Moira Margaret's a good ting for me and you're fuckin' it up. Do you want to go wif 'er?"

"Fuckin' duh."

"Den stop bein' a fuckin' girl about it. If da only reason you don't want to go wif 'er is because she's datin' somebody else, den you don' really like 'er, you like da idea o' ownin' 'er. And dat's fucked up." Mitchell just stared at him for a long moment. Grayson growled, "Look, you wanker, just because I ain't talkin' like it all da time, don' mean I ain't smart. Just fuckin' dink about dat and den, when you pull your fuckin' 'ead out o' your bum, go tell 'er dat you changed your mind."

Grayson stood up and left the room solemnly. A few seconds later, Mitchell heard a scream from the corridor. After a good deal of thought, and a lot of glaring from Grayson in the hallways, he decided that it would be better for all of them to continue letting Moira Margaret do as she wished. Despite their first skepticisms, it worked well for all three of them. Moira Margaret brought the two of them closer together and helped them develop into better students and people.