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Chapter 2 - The art of jab-boxing

I stepped into the park and my heart dropped to the floor. What could I do? There was no point in me training… I would fail at that just like all my other attempts at outside activities.

"Teapot! Come over here. I invented a new move. You'll like it for sure."

What the hell? Does he think I'm a masochist? Of course, I wouldn't like it. Unwillingly, I stepped forward. It felt like I was dragging my heart against the cold sand. I noticed the others were mingling about on their phones and sitting down on swings.

In total, there were about seven people there. Three girls and five boys (Including Akimitu). They were useless side characters that I didn't bother to care for yet Akimitu's constant bickering about how great they were grinded it into my brain. To the left, sitting on the swings were Haruhiko, Ginji, Etsuji, and Fuyuki. To the left, which were girls, were Yuriko, Hayami, and Hiyaka. One sat on top of the slide, while the others sat in the mouth of it. And, of course, Akimitu stood in the middle.

Hiyaka looked disgusted. Well, screw her, I found her disgusting too. She's just a filthy wh*re who sleeps with all the 'powerful' men in the school to achieve dominance. Disgusting pig.

Just then, Akimitu walked towards me. 'Here it comes' I thought to myself. I looked away waiting for the pain to happen.

Just a few seconds later, it felt as though the front part and backside of my stomach had touched because I was on the ground coughing for air. He pulled me up and continued the barrage. My mind began going blank.

"Here comes my special move: Rocket Ranger!" He yelled, as If he was an announcer informing someone about their background.

'What kind of sh*tty name is that? Sounds like something out of looney tunes. Hell, his face looks like something out of loony tunes.' I thought to myself.

He winded his fist up like a mentally ill cartoon character that should be in an assisted living area, and released it straight at my stomach, causing me to cough blood.

"Come on teapot, that was a weak fast jab. You gotta eat more so you can grow up like your overweight dad!" He laughed.

It was true. My father was an overweight, constantly drinking maniac who took enjoyment in my suffering. He doesn't offer me food, so I usually have to eat the scraps of his leftovers. Sometimes, I stole money from strangers' wallets so I could afford some bread from 7/11.

"I call that jab boxing. Light, and simple." He said looking towards his 'friends' who were staring at their phones.

"What did I do to you?" I said in barely a mumble, trying to recover while my eyes faded in and out of consciousness.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say. To. me?" Akimitu spoke as if I had said the most offensive thing in the world.

I remained silent.

He looked over to his 'friends' as if they had an answer to his question.

"It looks like the dog is betraying its owner. Punish him!" Enji said. He wasn't strong nor did he belong in this group, but he sucked up to the leader and made it in. He's even worse considering he was a 'nerd' like us before.

My chance to suck up to Akimitu had passed long ago. It wasn't freshman year anymore, and my family's history was surprisingly easy for a bully like him to get a hold of.

"Great idea Enji." He said. He then turned towards me.

"Bark like a dog, rollover, and lick my shoes. Then I can trust you."

"N-n-n-n no" I stuttered

"What was that?"

"N-n-no," I said, still stuttering but with more resolve and a higher volume.

"Haruhiko. Give it to me." He said not even facing him. Haruhiko got off his phone, reached into his pocket, and threw it towards him. Akimitu bent down and grabbed it. I focused on what it was.

'What the f*ck! It's a switchblade! Are these bastards murderous clowns?' I thought.

Before I could contemplate what the knife would be used for, he began walking towards me.

'Die teageen. This is what you deserve. Beg him for death. Make the world a better place.' I thought to myself. 'Shut the f*ck up. I'll die before I let this 'chad' kill me.' I thought. While the words increased my morale, the fact of the matter was that he had a knife. And that those were just words.

He took a step further and I had to think quick or suffer the consequences.