“Built-in handle,” said Michael, one of Darren’s close buddies.
Ian was terrified. He knew what a group of boys in this kind of mood was capable of.
“Can you fight?” asked Darren.
Ian swallowed hard. “No.”
“You gotta learn to fight,” said Darren. “Especially someone with a face like yours.”
“Yeah,” said Bryan, another of Darren’s mates. “What are you gonna do when the monkey wants its arse back?”
The boys burst into laughter.
Darren punched him, and being the wimp he was, Ian took the blow. Darren punched him again. This time, Ian punched back. The minute his fist came into contact with Darren, the other boys began raining punches down on him, knocking him to the ground, then kicking him. He could taste blood. Every part of him throbbed with pain.
In the distance, the bell to return to classes rang and the boys ran off, leaving Ian bleeding in the dirt.