The Nerd is a Fighter

Dumb Bastard...

Picture of Isabella on the side ⬆

I wake up to my alarm clock set for 5 in the morning. I got out of bed and go to my walk in closet. Finding my favorite outfit that consists of a Supernatural t-shirt with Dean and Sam on the front and blue skinny jeans I walk to bathroom and take a shower while singing to what ever was on the radio.

After about 30 minutes I get out and put on my favorite outfit. Matching it with black converses and I put on an all black beanie. I walk to my nightstand and put on my glasses since I ran out of my contacts. I am about to walk out my room door when I see my face on my door mirror. I had a nasty looking cut on my face that looks like someone had hit me with a there steel toe shoes. Then I remember what happened earlier this morning.

Not even 24 hours after moving to this dump of a city I get in a fight with a dumb bastard.

Earlier today:

I sneaked out of my house early in the morning for some fresh air. I walked down a couple sidewalks made some twist and turns and to a gas station. Not what I was looking for but it would do.

Walking inside I noticed a shadow in the alley close by. The gas station smelled like gas and the air was thick. I ignored all of this and walked to the back and grabbed a ice cold code red Mountain Dew and Snickers. Walking up to the register I paid for my stuff and got stopped by a man.

"I lost my number. Can I get yours?" He looked about in his late twenties and his breath smelt like alcohol and pickles."Um... No I'm taken." Of course I was lying but people like this get on my nerves.

I walked past him and out the store. Putting my earphones in I opened my Mountain Dew and shivered as the drink cooled my insides. Beginning my walk to my wanted destination I see the shadow in the alley. That is the same alley I need to walk through to get to where I need to go. I walked closer until I could see that the shadow was a person leaning against the wall.

He was a boy in his late teens close to the say age I am. He was smoking while his eyes were closed, I look into the alley and see how dark it is. I am about to walk past him when he blows his smoke into my face.

I take my earphones out and is about to yell 101 profanities but only says 2.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT FUCK FACE. DO YOU WANT ME TO HANG YOU BY YOUR BALLS?" I punched him on the side of his face hard and start waving the smoke from around my face while he holds the side of his jaw. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" He yelled in my face.

"You better get out of my face before I punch you like no tomorrow, fuck face." I tell him clearly and calmly watching his expression. He stays put for a while clutching his hands at his sides. His blue eyes turn dark but focus on mine and he starts " What if I don't, what you gonna do about it punch me again with that sorry ass hit. I could barley feel it. Plus I aint sorry to hit a girl if she hits first. So I wouldn't do that again but I was-"

"For your information I am not just any girl I can do what most girls don't even have the pussy to do so let me tell you a couple things. First I am not one of these normal girls you have down in this city I do have the balls to do things that you couldn't even dream of doing. Second I know that if you don't get out my face then we ARE gonna have some problems. Thirdly my punches can kick your sorry butt. So if  you was wise I wouldn't mess with me." I reply to him he looks as shocked as everyone else in the city I was back in when I said something like this. Shocked and confused. After a minute or so of glaring at him he starts laughing. Literally on the floor barking. What did I say? "Are... you... serious." He says in between his fits of laughter.