I'm aware that some of the words may be wrong, I'm sorry for that!
Great, another day of school. The only good thing about it was seeing Clare. I didn't get a chance to see her over the weekend, so I kind of miss her, a lot. As I was driving up, I tried to pull into the nearest parking spot, but I saw Fitz and two of his friends standing in it, so I stopped midway and honked to signal him to move out of the way. They laughed and I peaked my head out of the window, "Yeah excuse me." I said with annoyance in my voice. Fitz turned around and I could see his friends were still laughing. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" Before I knew it, Fitz was leaning on my car, pulling the skull off of the hood of Morty. That really pissed me off. I got out of my car and got in his face slightly. "Yeah, destroy my car over a freaking parking spot."
"Aw, you want a tissue?" He looked at me and pretended to cry and then turned to his friends to get another laugh.
"Give me that." I said as I motioned towards Morty's skull.
"Oops." Fitz laughed as he chucked the skull over the fence.
"Go get it." I said threateningly.
"Is that the best you got?" Fitz said getting closer to me. "What the hell are you looking at?" He asked, and I thought he was talking to me, until I heard Adam's voice.
"I'm trying to figure that out." Adam said staring at Fitz. I didn't even realize he was there. Fitz looked at his friends one more time before getting in my face and walking away. When the were gone, I adjusted my car to fit in the space and walked in to the school with Adam by my side.
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I found Clare and told her all about what happened. "So he just broke your car?" She asked me, looking a little concerned.
"He snapped Morty's skull off. What's this world coming to?" We turned the corner, and as if on cue, we saw Fitz pushing Adam into a locker.
"Figure out what you're looking at yet?" Fitz asked getting close to Adam's face.
"I'm still trying to process the smell." Adam joked without laughing.
"Hard to do with a broken nose." Fitz extended his arm, about to punch Adam when I ran in front of him and blocked the punch. Fitz gave me a threatening glare.
"Wow tell me something: what were you thinking when you got that hair cut? No, no, no, seriously, were there auditions for the Planet of the Apes remake that I didn't hear about?" I was trying to make him forget about Adam. I mean, it's my fault that Adam's even in this at all. Fitz got mad and grabbed the top of my shirt, pulling me up a little.
"You've got the odor part down." Adam said quietly. Fitz stared at me, getting ready to punch me when Adam said "Guys? Teacher."
Fitz let go of me quickly and whispered "This isn't over." He got his friends and walked away. It was only then that I realized there was a crowd formed around us, but they dispersed when Fitz walked away.
When he was gone, Clare took a few steps closer to us. "You okay?" I asked Adam and he nodded. "We find ourselves in the world class struggle between bully and bully. There's only one way to play that game."
"By ignoring them?" Clare suggested as she handed me my bag.
I grabbed it and looked her in the eye saying, "By refusing to be the victim." Then I walked to class.
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The next day at school, I saw Clare walking alone. So I quickly parked my car, no trouble today, and screamed her name through the fence. "Hey Clare, so I've considered your 'ignore the bully' theory and it's just so, unsatisfying. Not like say, I don't know, a punch in the face." I said as we neared the end of the fence, I quickly grabbed the sided of it and turned to face her. She smiled, and we made our way over to the building.
"I thought violence wasn't your style? Or are the rumors true?" Ooh, rumors.
"What are the supposed rumors?" I asked smirking slightly.
"I don't know, people say you're obsessed with death. Which might have something to do with the Hearse." Clare laughed a little, and I smirked, knowing she was joking.
"People can say what they want. My style is not letting jerks get away with, being jerks." I said, causing her to stop fully smiling.
"I just don't see the point of getting caught up in a cycle of bullying." Clare said, now looking at me as we stopped in front of the school.
"So I should just ignore them?" I asked smirking at her.
"Worked for Jesus." Oh, Saint Clare and her Jesus.
"Oh really, that's a matter of opinion." I said laughing a little, even though I know she was completely serious.
"Do what you want, but you don't have to impress me, okay?" Why would she think I was trying to impress her, I mean I am, but she shouldn't guess at that.
I grabbed her arm lightly to turn her back around and we looked at each other. "Who says I'm trying to impress you?" I asked, and we stared at each other for a few seconds as she smirked at me. "Fine. I'll call off the dogs, smooth things over."
"I knew you were smart." She said jokingly as she gave me her beautiful smile.
"Eli." I heard Fitz chant, great, he ruined the moment. Me and Clare both turned to see him walking over to us.
"Two sylabbles. Good for you." I said looking at him, trying to be good and not hit him.
"You just can't keep your mouth shut can you?" Fitz said as he took another step closer to me.
"You ruined my car. Just apologize and we'll both go back to ignoring each other's exsistence." Now it was my turn to walk closer to him.
"Sure, no problem. I'm sorry, about your nards." What was he talking about?
"About my-" Before I could finish talking, I was kneed in the balls so hard. I took a big breath of air and groaned a little before falling to the ground, holding them slightly.
"I apologized." He said as I saw him walk away.
Clare sat down next to me to comfort me and I put my head on her lap. "What can I do?"
"Don't. Touch. Anything." I muttered out. "Still think I shouldn't punch him?"
"I think it'll only make things worse." She helped me up and we walked into the building with everyone looking at me.
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After school I went to the Dot, looking for Adam. When I saw him I walked in and heard some laughs, I turned to my side and say Fitz and his friends. Fitz looked up from his coffee and stared at me briefly then he smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and walked over to Adam, reaching my arms around his neck to pull the headphones out. "Got a sec?" I asked, not really giving him a choice. "I think it's time to take down Fitz."
"What happened?" Adam asked me, looking a little concerned.
"He tried to talk to me about personal. As in my personal area." I said gesturing toward my balls.
"Your, locker? Help me out here." My locker? Come on Adam, like you've never been kneed in the balls before.
"The guy kneed me. Low blow." I said rolling my eyes a bit.
"Aw, man. I, I hate it when that happens. It hurts so bad." He said, sounding like he was just making this all up, like he didn't know the feeling, but was too embarrassed to say it for some reason. I gave him a confused look and raised my eyebrows a little before deciding to just forget about it, he has his reasons.
"You with me?" He looked from me to Fitz and then back to me before nodding slightly. We stood up and walked over the him and his friends. "Hey Fitz." He gave me a mad stare.
"Back on your feet. What do you want?" Fitz asked me coldly.
"For me and my friends not to be in a cold war with you and yours. A peace treaty." I said waiting for him to agree so I could get to the best part.
"And I'd go for that because..."
I reached into my pocket before pulling out my fake ID and handing it to him. "Take a look."
He took it and examined it closely. "You're 22?"
"Nope." I smirked a little.
"Nice, it's fake. Can you get smokes?" He asked me, like smoking was cool. I hated it.
"Even better, I can get you one of those. If you agree to leave me and my friends alone."
He looked at his friends who nodded and said, "Deal." He handed my ID back and the put his hand out for me to shake it. I did and then me and Adam walked back to where we were sitting.
"That's it? I thought taking Fitz down would be more, you know, awesome." Adam asked me when we were away from them
"Trust me, I have a plan." And I did, a great one.
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"What about this guy?" I asked Adam, pushing the mouse over an old escaped convict.
"Mmmm, too much unibrow." Adam said staring at the picture.
"Okay, this one." I said, smiling, pointing to another picture.
"Uh, cheekbones are too high, plus the lips are fuller." He said, pointing out the differences in the picture. He was getting really into this, considering he didn't even know the whole plan yet.
"Wow, you're really good at this." I told him. He looked at me with this face that had embarrassment, confusion, and shock all over it.
"No-no I'm not." He stuttered before quickly saying "What about that guy? With the freckles and sleezy eyes?"
I clicked on the picture to get a closer look at it. It's perfect. Looks just like Fitz." I think we have our man. Take Fitz's photo, put it with Mr. escape convicts vital stats and bingo. Every cop in the country will want Fitz's head in a trophy case. All we have to do is point them in the right direction." I smirked as I explained my plan to Adam.
"Yeah, but-" Adam looked at me, I could tell that he was skeptical about doing this.
"Adam, my friend, our bully crossed the line. We're gonna show Fitzy boy who not to mess with." Adam nodded in approval until I continued to work on the ID, me and him occasionally laughing at how much they looked alike.
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I walked out of the school during lunch with Adam, in search of Fitz. I saw him and his friends sitting on the bench, playing some stupid game. We walked up to them and Fitz turned toward me. "How would you like access to the finer things youth prohibits?"
"Do you have the ID or what?" I reached into my pocket and pulled out his ID, smiling a little.
"You'll be pleased, my guy's an expert."
He examined it a little. "It looks good."
"So we're good? No more hassles?" I asked, with fake hopefullness in my voice.
"As long as this works." He stared me straight in the eye.
"You have my word." I told him. He gestured toward his friends, grabbing their stuff and walking towards the school.
Me and Adam sat down watching them for a minute, until they walked into the school. "So, what's the plan?"
"When the police check Fitz's fake ID and mistake him for an escaped arsonist, hilarity ensues." I stated, explaining my idea to him.
"What should we do until then?"
"Ah, grasshopper, there are ways to expedite the process." I said, putting my hands up and smiling at him, before we got up to go back into the school.
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I was talking to Clare against my locker, when I saw Fitz coming towards me. He lightly punched my arm and said "What's up my brother? And sister." Me and Clare gave him a small smile and he walked away with his friends.
Clare looked at me, confused. "Looks like you made peace with your tourmenter." She said when he was out of hearing length.
"So he thinks." I smirked at her.
"Right, mission accomplished." Oh Clare, so naive.
"Clare my mission is just getting started. That neanderthal started something and I'm gonna end it." I looked into her eyes for allowance but I saw nothing.
"What are you gonna do?" She asked me lightly.
"Show him that the reputation is more than just a rumor." I walked away, expecting her to follow me. I heard her footsteps behind me, but then I heard them stop. I didn't worry about it, I'll just talk to her about it later.
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On my lunch break at school, I walked followed Fitz quietly to some store. I waited for him to come out across the street. When he did, I saw him packing his cigarettes. I took out my phone and opened it up. "911, there's a fight on the corner of main street, it looks serious. No, I'll stay on the line. Oh, no they see me come quick!" I hung up and gave a smirk as I walked towards Fitz. "Hey moron, the ID worked, ay? Those things will kill you." I said gesturing towards the cigarettes, not really caring about his health.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked. I gave him a short stare and then pushed him. He then grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a back alley and then punched me. I fell onto a trash can, taking it down with me. I tried to get up and fight back but he stopped me, straddling and punching me. I blocked most of them, but he got one good punch in on my lip. "You had enough?" I had to keep this going until the cops came.
"You punch like my grandma." I said, laughing a little.
"Oh really?"He punched me again, but I blocked it and took this as my opportunity to get up. I threw a trash can in front of him to try and stop him from getting closer to me, but it didn't work. He grabbed me and threw me to the ground, punching me a few more times, but I managed to block them. Then I heard the cop sirens, and so did he. I grabbed his leg and he screamed "Let go, it's the cops man!" I held in my laughter. My plan worked perfectly.
"Hey, this is over. Now." A lady cop comes out. "Turn around." A male cop pushed me against the wall and patted me down, as did the lady cop for Fitz. "You stay right here while I run these." The lady said as I was still facing the wall, breathing heavily.
"Sucks to be you." Fitz said, but I was thinking quite the opposite.
"Why's that?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the wall.
"The fake ID, they won't even know who I am." You've got that one right, buddy.
"Guess it's your lucky day." I said as I smirked to myself.
The lady cop got out of the car again. "This one's okay." She said as I smiled to myself. The male cop patted my shoulder and I turned around, trying to look innocent. "Hand's behind your back." The lady said to Fitz.
"What did I do?" Asked Fitz sounding a bit scared.
"Well, we're gonna sort that out at the station." The lady cop stated, sounding intimidating.
The male cop handed back my wallet. "What about me officer?" I asked.
"You can go, we've got bigger fish to fry today, huh?" She asked Fitz as she patted his should.
"I didn't do anything!." He said defensively.
"Yeah? Then you've got nothing to worry about. You have the right to remain silent."
"What did he tell you?" Fitz slightly screamed.
"I can make that an order. Get in the car." The cops put Fitz in the back seat of the car, and I was just thinking about how well this turned out. I looked at Fitz and smirked slightly. He gave me what looked like a death glare. I watched as the cruiser pulled away. When it was gone, I gave a big smirk.
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I walked back into the school and finally noticed that my lip was bleeding. I patted it until most of the blood was gone. I couldn't help but notice that it was throbbing as I patted it once more and winced a little. I saw Clare walking up and smiled a little. She always made me feel better. "Where were you this afternoon?" She asked me sounding a little worried.
"Conflict resolution." I smiled a little more.
"So it's resolved?" She asked hopefully. I looked at her and she saw the cut on my lip. She looked disappointed. "So much for non-violence."
"I was just screwing with him, nobody got hurt." I said and she stared at my lip some more. She put her thumb near the cut, examining it a little closer. At first I thought she was going to kiss me. We stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds as her thumb grazed my cut.
"What happened?" She asked quietly.
"The cops had to break up a fight. And somebody put the name of a convicted arsonist on Fitz's fake ID. Oops." I said laughing a little, but she was not amused at all. She stared at me, angry and disappointed. "He'll be spending a few hours at the cop shop." I said still smirking a little, I couldn't help it.
"You had him arrested?" She asked me shocked. She started walking away quickly. I had to do something, now she was mad at me.
"He'll be out as soon as they clear the mistaken identity. Let's just say I'd rather be feared by Fitz than liked." I slightly screamed as she started almost running down the hallway and I followed her.
"So that's it?" She asked, still not looking at me.
"Yeah, what did you expect?"
"I don't know, I was just over on my way over to Simpson's office to express concern over your mental stability." Good, that was a joke right? She turned around to face me and I saw that her face lightened up a little.
"Clare, give me some credit. The worst that happens? He gets busted for fake ID possession, might have to go to court." I shrugged my shoulders a little.
"And what if he tells the cops where he got it?" She asked me with her big blue eyes wide open, staring at me. I still saw disappointment, but I also saw a little worry in them.
"His words against mine." I gave her a small smirk.
"He's gonna be pretty mad." She rolled her eyes a little, but it was no longer in anger.
I looked over her shoulder and saw Fitz walking down the hallway, looking angry as hell. "Speak of the devil." She turned around and Fitz came walking up to me.
"Good one Eli. You got me." He said in fake surrender.
"You do realize that ID was just for novelty purposes only." He furrowed his eyebrows a bit.
"I'll have to tell that to the judge." Oh, I'm so scared.
"I hope you learned your lesson." I said, not taking my eyes off of the ugly monkey.
"Too bad for you, I'm a slow learner." He said as he pushed his way past me and Clare. I pushed my hair out of my eyes and stared as he angrily walked down the hallway.
"So what now? You two at war?" I heard Clare say behind me.
"I'm in his head, right where I want to be." I still felt her presence on my back as I turned to her and said, "Come on, we're gonna be late for English." We walked there in silence.