Bromance {Marree}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

A snarky chuckle erupts from my lungs, spoiling the aroma of the peaceful afternoon breeze. “Are you mad, Bro?” I question, without an ounce of hesitation joining my posture or stroll closer to the situation. A good week has drifted by while no physical altercation has been presented, this must be altered. And a jealous male will do just the trick to fix my dilemma. The delicate grin that graces the Girl’s face beside him proves, and fuels, my strong assumptions. “It’s not my fault she finds me more attractive.” Now to only ignite him as well.

“Right, like she’d want to be with a wannabe boy.” My new opponent has a roaring laugh of his own. Does he truly believe his minor words are going to provide any harm? My eyes subtly roll; displeased with the idiotic remark I’ve heard plenty of times before. Originality is surely scarce in this district.

Why must people even strive for mental damage? Especially dudes, when we all know they’d prefer to jump to the physical combat as much as myself. “Did you ask her that? Because your Girl’s expression is saying otherwise.” But I can play any game implemented. And evidently I can win any to, as an agreeing giggle seeps from her lush lips. Point proven. My shit grin gestures over to his loyal companion, giddy over the controversies I can create. “Go ahead and give the first swing, I’m far from a chick.” I offer, confidence pumping my blood and adrenaline from excitement over what’s to come.

To no surprise he takes my proposal without a second thought, firing a fist at me like a pathetic bullet. Fortunately my reaction is much faster then his thinking process, and I’m dodging his outburst with ease. “Oh come on, I was only joking.” For a mere moment I stepping a foot back, acting as though no battle was intended. But in a single blink I’m counteracting his attack. My own knuckles successfully meet with the bottom of his jaw, and the fury it inflames is undeniable. Then suddenly I’m not the only one with speed.

A punch impairs my cheekbone, knocking me into the cruel reality in which I’m not as powerful as I believe. Does this affect my fight? Not in the least. There’s been a countless array of combats I foolishly continued in. Obviously nothing has destroyed me yet.

“I bet your Girlfriend hits harder then you.” I taunt, using the distraction to easily contribute another carve across his face. As expected he quickly retaliates with a blow to the stomach. My breath dissipates from my insides. I love it. His face distorts with just as much agony as I must be displaying, and only the moan of a sexy female can compare to this sensation. The high of a good battle is a craving I’ll never be able to rid of, not that I’d ever desire to anyways. As predicted my fingers clench securely, and fly towards my current enemy.

[*]

Mace Vander Primeval "Bah." The words come out from both repetition and visial aids in communication that I've seen others do. The muffled word escape my mouth, vibrating my throat allowing me the knowledge that the single word was audible for my companion in the clinic. The nice girl, with hair like an auburn sun, winks at me while she waves with her pinky finger displaying the farewell. With a smile to follow, I wave to them all, locking eyes with her momentarily, with a half grin to accompany the gesture. Sticking my hands into my pockets, I walk out of the school's nurse's office. As quiet as it should be at this time of day, there is an odd amount of audible silence that invades my senses. No muffled sounds of passing kids or the barely audible sound of someone yelling at a kid to do something. As I pass the lockers, stuffing my useless books inside the one that is deemed my own, I head out eager to get home to my family. If only I didn't have to work... An overwhelming amount of uncertainty washes over me when I reach the schoolyard. It isn't even apparent yet what's going on, but I can tell something is off. The stale air and the darkening clouds are one thing, but when I catch sight of something going on with a small crowd my interest peaks like any normal guy. The hunt for knowledge begins when I watch intently on the small group who seem eager for something to be occuring. If only I could tell what all the muddled yelling was about. As it is, I peer through over the heads of two short girls. They never even noticed I was here. The girls only seemed worried about who was in the fight and that's when I noticed her. The tall lankey appearance and the super short black hair and her beautiful dark skin tells me one thing. She isn't worried about breaking a nail. The corners of my lips turn upward, and I remove my hands from my pockets, and with interest fold them in front of my chest as I observe the altercation going on. About the time that the girl steps back and her knuckles hit Thomas' jaw. I cringe, all the while grinning from ear to ear. This is actually interesting cause the guy is a complete douchebag anyways. It's about time someone give him the ole one-two. Sad for him that it's a chick. It's all the same though, but Thomas comes back with a really strong hook and nails her right in the cheek. My hand covers my face, and rubs downward until my fingers stop at the stubble on my chin. I should probably shave but nows not the time. Instead, I'm already inspecing the girl's cheek as she continues to fight, but I am left to wonder, who will come out on top?

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The smirk that slides across my cheeks erupts jolts of pain in numerous directions, but of course it doesn’t cause my lips to shrivel in the least. Fooling the opponent into believing that I’m far more powerful then expected can be just as valuable as a deadly weapon. “Are you trying to lessen the threat of my sexy face?” I tease with my overwhelming confidence. Still the attention of his attractive Girl remains upon me, and I’m determined to take her home as my prize. My knuckles spring towards my obstacle, with an intent craving to create his embarrassing demise.

“Do you ever shut up?” He mutters through a load of annoyance, as he clenches his jaw in attempt to stabilize the discomfort. When muscle isn’t as easily achieved, aiming for the same area twice can often compare. Guess the second hit to his chin did just that. But why must he not appreciate my humor alongside with our brutalities though? It’s unacceptable. Except to him, as he then greatly expresses his disapproval for my jokes with a harsh follow-up attack.

My opposite cheek gets a run-in with his fist, and his intentions are clear behind the strength he exhibits. This is more then playful combat to rally up a crowd. He has a large ego to fight for. Punches continue to fly from both ends, with a new desperation to each prove our worth. “So I’m guessing we’re no longer fighting over your Girl?” And I still proceed with my comedy, even as the next shot sends my head in another whirlwind.

A laugh escapes from me. It feels as though I’m shitfaced off of adrenaline, and one too many slams to the face. “No, it’s a fight over putting the other in their place.” He corrects, but my vision is spinning too happily before me to care…that is until my legs are suddenly swept from under me, and I’m left lacking the grace of a slick rebound.

Unexpectedly I’m plummeting to the floor, only to be instantly greeted with a kick to the ribs. “I’m going to teach this Bitch not to mess with me again.” All I can hear is the muffle of small crowd, and his voice in particular. Then it’s an object that impacts with my back, no longer a fist or the tip of a shoe.

“Fuck…” I mutter, refusing to swallow the regret of yet another idiotic decision.

[*]

Mace Vander Primeval I wanted her to come out of this fight with a crown, and I'm not talking about one that might go on her tooth if that hit to her cheek did any damage. It seems as though my hopes for her have come up short and with it any kind of respect for her keeping it going so long instead of turning around. Her taunting Thomas isn't getting her any brownie points with the situation and as the crowd cheers them on, yet I'm the one staying quiet. It seems wrong to watch and not take part in the hoopla that everyone seems to be enjoying but since the tables have turned and she's no longer in a winning position, I feel utter bored already. "Teach her a lesson, Thomas. Get her!" "Show her whose boss." The show of support for the male to continue to fight this chick drains my morals. Since when should a guy physically harm a girl? What honor can he get from beating her down like a dog when he could easily just leave it at that and simply embarrass her as he has with her on the ground. She's fallen, which means, he should either do one of two things. Number one, let her get back up, or two, walk away with his ego in tact. But no. One of his buddies throws something to him. My feet don't move quick enough. I could literally kick myself for not stopping this sooner but my own interest in the fight kept me from doing so. I hesitated, weighing the options of my own self harm and stepping into something that isn't my fight. Two things that should have never been measured at all when the fight was taken into a whole new league. Swoosh! The sound of contact has my feet no longer glued to the ground and my fingers are immediately reaching for the weapon that's in his hands. Before the swoosh can even get halfway down to meet with the chicks back again, my fingers are throbbing, stinging and clenched, around the end of the bat and with it, the ownership of said weapon. "Nuff. No More." I stare into Thomas' eyes with a deadly glare and point in the opposite direction. His mouth moves, but his words make nothing more than muffled sounds. "Get O-u-t here." The bat is relocated into my other hand, and is briskly swept into his direction, aiming for his head. It's all I can do and hoping he'll heed my warning...