Fucking Justin. You know who you are. So anyway, late as always, but Justin used to do stuff like trip me and spit towards me in the 3rd and 4th grade. I never retaliated (Catholic grade school) until 5th grade after I hit my growth spurt. He came up behind me while I was sitting at me desk and the teacher wasn't around. He then grabbed the back of my head with both hands and slammed it forward onto the desk with as much force as you can imagine without expecting it.

That was it. Later that day at recess, we had a practice field for football, etc. that we could use for whatever. I saw him up there with a few other guys and slowly walked up the hill, onto the field, and straight up to him. He said something generic that I don't remember like 'what are ya going to do pussy?' and I just lost it. We were out of the view of the teachers and I just beat his ass. I didn't care. Blood all over his uniform and a puffy face. The bell rang and I turned and walked down the hill slowly, only thinking about how much trouble I was in.

I got in line to walk in the school, no Justin. Shit. Get to the next class, no Justin. He walked in about 10 minutes late in his blood stained shirt and blank look on his face. The teacher gave him a detention and wouldn't allow him to use any excuse. I was so sure I had it coming until that moment when the teacher looked at me (they had their suspicions of him) and and grinned. Thanks Mr. Rice for having my back. Fuck you, Justin.