Written for The Next Gen Competition! (Always Open). Not so much an actual fight, but hopefully it still fits.
"I want you to explain this to me," his mother said coolly, and James looked down sullenly at the table. He was aware of her throwing down a piece of paper on the table, and he had no doubt as to what was in it.
It informed his parents about the fact that he had punched Lucas Bradley in the face. Of course, it also didn't state that his reason for doing so was that Bradley had called him queer in front of a crowd of people.
It defiantly didn't state that the reason James had done so was that he was.
James remembered how his heart had nearly stopped and his stomach had dropped when Bradley yelled that. His mind had been racing as he thought of every little thing he had ever done. Everything that might have tipped Bradley off. And then he smiled, his eyes literally gleamed with the curse, and James punched him.
He hadn't even been aware of it until after he had done it.
"I can't believe you did this, James," his mother said, disappointment clear in her voice.
"Really? I'm surprised. God knows, I'm not perfect like Al. I just assumed you were waiting for it."
Mum looked at him, her mouth open in shock. "James, I was not waiting for this, and Al is not the perfect one."
"Save it, Mum," James said, the knot in his throat becoming tight. He wanted to leave before he started to cry. He didn't want his mother to figure out what was the matter.
Yet when he left, he was strangely disappointed when she made no move to stop him.