Here's a short story i just started writing because i was bored. Nothing special, it's pretty twisted, and i hope you like it.
---------------Gym class--------------
Bobby was always the quiet type. The kind of guy that girls liked, but only as friends. He was the typical nerd, who took pride in a high score and intelligence, rather than a fancy learners permit, or taking the popular girl in school to a dance. His skinny body was his weak point, he could never stand up against the popular boys who consistantly picked on him. The times when they would mock him, and knowingly push him to his mental edge when his would begin to cry. The tears came, not from the fear of pain, but the inability to make these jocks feel the way he felt.
1:25 pm, time for gym class.
Once again, Bobbys locker had been broken into. His gym clothes thrown into the gym showers, and left to soak in the grime and filth from the unsanitary floor. No surprises here, it's just another day in gym class.
Bobby walked into the gymnasium, once again wearing the lost and found clothes that smelled awful. Today was basketball day, Bobbys favorite. This is when Bobby could spend some time alone, and shoot a few hoops without being bothered too much. The only thing protecting him from the various taunts and jabs from the popular kids, was Mr. Rick, the gym teacher. Luckily they hired a guy with a muscle, and a little compassion for the nerds, rather than favor of the jocks.
Along came a bouncing ball in front of Bobby. Thinking nothing of it, he went back to aiming his shot, when a familar hand came swooping in for the take. It was Josh's hand, Josh the most popular idiot in the school. Josh had brains, and money (enough brains to know he can buy his grades). He stood about 5'7, with his oh so popular brown skater haircut that the girls went wild for, even though he had about as much balance as a straw standing up. Once again, Josh was being shadowed by his little group of servants, who basically echoed everything Josh said, followed by a snorting laugh.
He grabbed the ball from Bobby, and spun it on his middle finger, in what appeared to be an attempt to start off this unplesent conversation by flipping Bobby off. "You want the ball little Bobby?" Josh mocked with his baby-wants-his-bottle voice. "No, i really don't." Bobby returned, not changing the expression on his face.
The ball stopped spinning, and Josh held it in the palm of his hand. "Come on Bobby, how about a little one on one, for old time's sake". Bobby remembered Josh being friendly back in the 3rd grade, when cliques and steretypes were non-existant. Josh and Bobby would play all during recess, and it was always Josh and Bobby. Some would say, they might have been friends back then.
Josh elevated his palm, and the ball rolled off his fingertips, and bounced to Bobby. Bobby had two advantages in this game; Agility, and what he called "The ability to see calculations". Often times, when Bobby was bored, he would go into some sort of a trance, and focus on objects, and visualize various lines and numbers, calculating the legth and height of things, like how the Terminator observed his surroundings.
Bobby exploded into action, and Josh didn't miss a beat. Countering every move Bobby made, Bobby continued to focus on his mathmatic movements, and made his first shot.
3 points.
"Didn't count Bobby." Josh blurted as he caught the ball from under the hoop. "What?" Bobby said what a stern look on his face. "Didn't.....count....Bobby". Joshs turn for offense, he played some flashy moves in front of Bobby before attempting a shot. Up the ball went, and no shot. Bobby intercepted the ball, wheeled around Josh, and made another 2 points
"DIDN'T COUNT BOBBY." Josh yelled, obviously frustrated. Bobby knew this game, and he was getting tired of it. Either Bobby lost, or Josh won, that was the game. Josh grabbed the ball and bounced it off the back of Bobbys head, "Fuck you Bobby.", the phrase Bobby heard all too often. He was getting angry, and the calculations starting going again.
Bobby stood up, and faced Josh, the familar "Pap pap pap" of a ball approached Bobby. Without looking, Bobby extended his arm, caught the ball that one of the girls was following to catch, and hurled it at Josh. The ball fast approached him at an unhuman speed. The ball hit it's target with a "KAPWING", and down Josh went onto the hard floor. He struggled to get up, But Bobby approached him, and removed his Joshs left shoe, it was time for Bobby to put good use what Master Jong Lee Kim taught him at Tae Kwon Doe class. Bobby curled his fist, and planted a solid punch on Joshs foot.
He let out a scream, and Josh was paralyzed from neck down.
Bobby then kneeled on his chest with his scrawny legs, and punched Josh in the head, both hitting his forehead, and the back of his head on the floor, about six times. The expressing on his face was blank, he was not home right now.
Joshs crew screamed as they saw their leader being attacked by the nerd. They removed their switchblades from their white tube socks, and ran to defend their king. One of the boys screamed "FIGHT! FIGHT!", and soon the horde of students came rushing over to see. As the knife weilding boys approached Bobby. He shot left to right, and Bobby hit his mark. His open palm cracked two ribs on the left side of the boys chest, as he gasped for air, Bobby caught the knife, and the other boys backed off.
Mr. Rick came barreling over, and shoved kids aside, to try and bring peace to the situation, he was greeted with Bobby holding a knife like that of a ninja master. Bobby was calm, you could see it on his face. "What the HELL is going on here! Bobby!", Mr. Rick went to grab Bobbys shoulder. "Hold it." Bobby said sternly as he switched positions, and held the knife openly at his gym teachers right eye.
"Everyone, please...gather around." Bobby started with, as he flicked the knife into his other hand, and walked over to Josh, still gasping for air. "Oh Josh...look what you have become. One of the popular kids". The other students stared in disbelief, as they watched the quiet nerd fell a jock. "Josh, you have become what i hate. You feed off of the pain and misery you put smaller creatures in. You, have caused pain, and yet, you feel joy. Why Josh?" Bobby was kneeling by Joshs head, while perfectly twirling the switchblade between his fingers. "Let me tell you something Josh. You have no idea, what you're up against. You get your kicks from taunting a smaller person, right? Now look at it like this; the people you hurt, they are one of many. You hurt one, you hurt them all. And if you poke at it long enough, THEY, will come for you. All of them."
Joshs expression went from pain, to frustrating anger, he tried to spit out a few words between breaths, but Bobby flicked the knife open and held it in front of Joshs lips, silenceing him. "How many others have you made fun of Josh? How many have you started rumors about, talked about them behind their back, how many Josh? What do you have to say for yourself?"
He strained to life his head up, and started to say "I...i'm s-sorry.".
Bobby laughed, "Sorry eh? Oh no, you're not sorry. Here's what you are; You are a self centered egotistical fuck, with a fist full of daddys money. You waste your time keeping up with worthless fads, endless hours of partying, drinking, and doing drugs, while you leave a path of destruction, that has finally caught up with you. Here's what you say, you say the color black". Joshs face turned to confusion, "B-black....?"
"Yes Josh, black. When ever you see the color black, when you hear that word, you will think of this moment.", Bobby flashed the switchblade in front of Joshs eyes. Josh stared into the reflection as Bobby said "The moment when you decided to change your life." Bobby wrist flicked the knife, and shot it at the floor, two inches from Joshs head "The moment when i kicked your fucking ass"
Bobby got up, and reached for the basketball next to him. He backed up to the foul shot line, as the students around him formed a semicircle of avoidance. In the ball went, and it bounced away harmlessly. "Did it count Josh?", Josh closed his eyes "Y-yes".
"Good game Josh."
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