Chapter 6 - Bus stop

As Brian knelt clutching his hand, none of his friends were as rowdy as before. "You good Brain?" they asked as they worried for their friend. "Hey this fucker got you good! I'll break his face for you!" Another exclaimed as he went closer to Simon who was still trying to catch his breath.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Brian shouted as he tried to compose himself. His hand has been bleeding since Simon bit a portion of its skin off. The wound was far deeper than what Brian previously thought which made him extremely keen to return the favor back at Simon. On the other hand, Simon is not looking too well either. The bleeding from his head seems to have gone worse as blood now drips unto the ground. With the blood loss, Simon has become light headed and disoriented. However, unlike Brian, he never lost his composure. Just as he wanted, Brian can no longer control himself due to pain and anger.

Red from rage, The athlete stood up with the cheers of his colleagues. He looked down at Simon who was still clutching the ground. "Now you've done it." He said as he wiped the blood off his hand. His friends were beyond ecstatic as they saw Brian getting ready to beat Simon who simply glared at them. "How much more are you going to make me look like an idiot?" Brian said, boiling with rage. Simon acted surprised and let out a giggle. "I don't need to. You seem to be doing a great job all by yourself." he replied as he continued to giggle while slowly getting on his feet. With a final push from his friends, Brian charged at Simon with the intent of bashing his head on the concrete ground. Simon waited for a few moments, just when Brian is within reach. After making sure that his attack will connect, Simon clenched his hand and threw it at Brian. However, the athlete has been able to fully estimate his opponent's reach and thus felt extremely certain that the punch will not hit him. Unfortunately for him, it was never a punch to begin with. Simon opened his palm reavealing dirt and sand that he picked on the ground beside him just as he was about to finish his swing, effectively fooling Brian that he was about to throw a punch. The dust and sand that Simon threw directly hit Brian's eyes and he instinctively shut them closed. However, he was determined to connect his punch to his opponent so he continued his attack, blind. Simon barely dodged the punch. Without wasting the chance, Simon went on the offensive. He tackled Brian who was eager to remove the sand in his eyes. The two hit the concrete ground with Simon being on top. Brian immediately went to a defensive position as he was unable to remove the debri from his eyes. With a a deep breath, Simon unleashed a flurry of attacks at the downed brian. He threw punches left and right with a massive grin on his face. At first, Brian was able to block most of the attacks. However, as Simon continued his onslaught of punches, Brian's defences has gone weaker. Each strike weakened his arms until he unintentionally let his guard down which Simon took full advantage off.

Simon was so immersed in beating Brian to the point of ignoring the sharp pain from his knuckles caused by punching his opponent. "Just faint you bitch!" Simon thought as he started to feel the fatigue from continously attacking. Brian's defence have completely fallen and is defenceless at this point. Simon felt satisfaction as his opponent seems to be barely conscious. However, Simon was yanked off of Brian just moments before knocking him out. Simon dropped to the ground due to the force. "That's enough you fucking sociopath!" Kevin shouted who was one of Brian's friends as he kicked the already downed Simon. "Don't jump in Kevin!" Brian shouted, barely able to lift his head. Kevin ignored Brian as he continued to kick Simon. Another two of Brian's friends joined Kevin in beating up Simon who was trying his best to protect his head.

"I said fucking stop!" Brian shouted angrily while forcing himself on his knees. Both him and Simon were powerless to stop the group. Simon gritted his teeth will barrages of attacks hurled to his body.

Suddenly, a loud voice echoed just at tge corner of the street. "Hey you delinquents! What the hell are you doing?!" the loud voice stated. Everyone at the bus stop looked at the source of the voice, including Simon. At the end of the street was a big school bus with Mr. Peterson, the bus driver, sticking his head out of the window with a very angry expression on his face. " Oh shit! It's Mr. Peterson! We got to go!" Kevin shouted as he ran to Brian and assisted him to stand up. Just as the bus stopped at the bus stop, Brian and everyone have already gotten away, except Simon who was still bleeding on the ground. Mr. Peterson hurriedly got off the bus and knelt beside Simon. "Hey kid! Oh shi- Are you alright?!" he said while panicking. While being glad that the bus was able to stop Brian and his gang, Simon can't help but to feel annoyed with the new loud mouth beside him. With a grunt, Simon stood up which surprised the bus driver." This is just a flesh wound." Simon said as blood dripped from his face. Refusing the help from mr. Peterson, Simon slowly walked to the bus. Seeing the state of Simon, mr. Peterson sighed as he forcefully carried Simon. "What the hell are you doing old man?!" Simon blurted as he was embarrased. "just hang on, brat! This isn't what I want either! Now shut up and let me carry you! " mr. Peterson replied as the bus door opened.