This turned out long so understandable if you don't read it. Thank you if you do.
As I've mentioned previously, I was kinda the punching bag at school. But I knew when to stick up for myself, and my mates.
There was this one guy, had like 2 friends 'cause everyone hated the little bastard. Walking in to a building one day he decided to barge past me and a mate, even though there was plenty of room.
Thinking, sod you mate, I barged him back. Of course, thinking he was this tough guy he got pissed off and tried to push me around. Me being stronger and having the weight adavantage, was winning.
So that failing, he pulled my jumper over my head, so I couldn't see him, and just started punching me in the face. Obviously I couldn't see so couldn't really do much about it, but was trying to grab him and push him away.
Here's my favourite part, and no I'm not lieing.
When a teacher finally pulled him away, and I managed to pull my jumper off of my head, he had this stupid "That's what you get" look on his face, and I just laughed at him and said he punched like a girl, and kept saying it.
In truth, I really hadn't felt a thing. I'd hurt myself more trying to grab him, had bent a fingernail back almost in half, f*** that hurt. But that dude looked mad as hell when I started laughing.
I took the piss even more at lunch time. I went out of school, and he and his two mates followed me around for half an hour trying to trip me up and goad me in to another fight. I laughed the whole time. He got madder.
This only stopped when a coupla mates of mine spotted it and walked with me.
But yeah, that's pretty much my only ever physical fight, even though fight may be the wrong word.
