It was supposed to be an easy day at school. A nice Friday before Spring Break, a nice afternoon watching movies in class instead of doing work. Of course, when you're friends with someone like Bobby B, nice days have an unfortunate way of ending...not so nice.
"What did you say, punk?" the student in front of his was Christian Davis. His perfectly styled hair reflected the fluorescent lights in the hallway. Christian was the type of person that cheated on everything. Classes, girlfriends, the pot he sold. He was, in short, a douchenozzle.
Unfortunately, his left forearm held Bobby B by the neck against a locker. Also unfortunately, no teachers seemed to be monitoring the situation.
"I said those girls were peaches. You must have misheard me." Bobby B eked out.
"Maybe I didn't mishear you. Maybe you want to get beat down."
Steve looked around - still no teachers. (Do I hit him?)
"Hey!" Steve said. (I should have punched him. Dang.)
"What do you want? You want to watch your friend get beat down?"
"I want you to let him go. Everyone knows he's got a big mouth."
"That's true." Bobby B said, and was slammed into the locker again, then Christian let him go and turned to Steve.
"Maybe I should beat you down."
"No no - don't feel obligated." Steve immediately regretted his words.
Without warning, Christian drew back and swung. His fist collided with Steve's jaw, sending him spinning and down to one knee. As Christian laughed, Steve focused on his hand. Without any signal from his brain - in fact, ignoring the signals telling him to walk away, his fingers curled into a fist.
"Oh my God," he had time to think, "I'm the George McFly to Christian's Biff!"
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