My Bully Days Revisited as requested by Sideburns (1648 hits)
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Submitted by Ess2s2 (View user info) at 2004-03-14 14:35:49 EST
This is a true story about my high school days and my final encounter with my arch nemesis several years later. Sideburns requested I detail this story, so I will. His fine post can be located here: http://www.ubersite.com/m/27662
I was a total geek coming up in school. Back then, I was tall but severely underweight which made me a lanky, goofy, glasses wearing mofo. Unfortunately, in high school, the Lord decided to pit me up against my exact opposite: Scott Duns. Scott was morbidly fat, even in high school. But he was inexplicably popular, a condition I at the time likened to a communicable disease. Scott scoped me out from day one.
My freshman year of high school, Scott is a freshman as well and round about the second week of school, he eyes me sitting down eating lunch in the quad. I had no idea who he was as he strolled up to me and snached my pizza bread off my tray. "Thanks fag." he said. I was utterly shocked, I started to my feet to contest his actions when he pushed me down and guided my forehead to the table in front of me. It was to be the start of a long and painful two years of high school.
Scott exacted different punishments upon me as time went by, always sure to make humiliation a huge factor in the process. Lunchtime was his favorite stage (what did you expect, he was fat) and one day he decided to take the razzing and humiliation just a small step further.
I was sitting in the grass with one of my buddies when I see a jelly doughnut-shaped shadow engulf my own (I discovered bullies prefer to attack from behind, much like a pack of mangy dogs). I looked around to see Scott standing over me with a grin on his face. Before I knew it, he had reached down, grabbed the glasses off my face, and twisted them into a most grotesque shape before throwing them as hard as he could towards the parking lot.
This was uncalled for.
I went nuclear and jumped up like I was on amphetamines. I wailed on him the best that I could, but I had never been in a fight before and, sadly, he owned me once again, this time with nearly the entire student body looking on in cheering, jeering excitement.
We both got suspended for three days. This was nearing the second semester of my sophomore year. After the fight, things intensified to an alarming level.
Now, Scott wasn't content to merely humiliate me, he had no interest in anything so pedestrian as stealing my pizza bread at lunch, he wanted to hurt me in a very real, and very dangerous way.
The daily bob and weave I was forced into began taking its toll and I stayed home sick more and more often. My attendance was flagging, as were my grades. The only consolation I felt at school was a beautiful young girl named Jennifer Pribnow.
Jennifer was a very shy girl, and her grades were immaculate. She was 4.0 ever since she had started attending school, and she hardly ever talked to anyone aside from the teachers. Once, I had talked to her and she seemed tentative, yet eager for some contact from her peers. Jennifer was the only thing that kept me going to school.
But we were never meant to be.
One day, in social studies, my first period class, I decided to pass Jennifer a note. It was a gamble considering how seriously she took her school work, but I had to try. I wrote the note asking her if she would meet me in the hallway after class, no need to reply, just hang around if yes. I wrote "Jennifer P." on the front of the folded slip of paper and passed it to the kid next to me. He passed it to the kid beside him, then the kid beside him did the one thing I didn't want to happen. Any guesses?
He passed it not to Jennifer, who was on the other side of him, but at Scott's request, passed it over to him whereupon Scott read it, and immediately shot me the most evil smile ever. Dread washed over me in a tidal wave as I watched Scott dig out his pencil and write on my note. He then folded it back up and passed it to Jennifer. Jennifer opened the note, stood up and spoke with the teacher. The teacher nodded and Jennifer left the class. I was fucking sweating it.
Next period, I went to my english lit class and sat down. Scott followed me in and sat across the room, staring and smiling at me like we were the best of friends. The bell rung and Jennifer was still nowhere to be seen, Our english teacher began class when Ruth, the school security guard came quietly in and asked for me by name. I collected my things and followed her out of the room. Ruth, who was usually warm and talkative towards all of the students, was uncharacteristically stoic. We reached the office and I was told to wait outside the principal's office for students "K-R". I was "S" through "Z". Time passed and Jennifer came out of the principal's office, decidedly not looking in my direction. I was then called.
The very minute I stepped through that doorway, I was tried, convicted, and executed. I sat silently across from Mrs. Jacobsen and absorbed her tirade, her finger pointing, her assumptions about my quality of character. The only thing I had any interest in however, was the note. As she held it up in clear accusation, I noticed that Scott, in his infinite wit and wisdom had altered the note to say: "Would you like to meet me in the hallway so I can feel you boobs? i want to pull on your pussy hair too." Underneath that travesty, Scott had artistically drawn a stick figure girl, replete with enourmous, misshappen breasts with an arrow pointed at her head labeled "You: slut"
I was roasted. Scott had left my name at the botom, he had even underlined it, just in case there was any confusion. My mother was called away from work to pick me up as I was now suspended from school for two weeks. In all honesty, I didn't care at this point, and welcomed the time off.
I dropped out of school shortly after that incident, what with Jennifer's friends spitting in my face and Scott and his friends slapping me around.
Time passes and heals all wounds. I gained weight and started to work out, soon I was filling in 6 feet 6 inches with 200 pounds of meat. My cousin, an ex-marine had showed me how to fight and taught me certain takedown manuvers that were guaranteed no matter who your opponent was. I assumed Scott made it through high school because shortly after the appointed graduation time, I saw him working at the local Mobile station.
One day I was cruising around with my best friend in his new car his dad has bought for him when he pulled into the Mobile station to fill up. He eased up to the full serve pump, when who of all people should waddle out but Scott Duns. Scott was as fat as ever, and he had grown a silly, lopsided goatee. He started to pump the gas when he saw me in the passenger seat. He smiled at me exactly as he had when we were in school and I felt the stitches over the old wounds ripping open.
I leaned out the window and Scott grinned even more.
"Yeah, keep that stupid grin on your face while you pump our gas you loser hose jocky." I said through a smile of my own. Scott's grin faltered for a moment, then he asked me the fatal question.
"How's Jennifer?" His smile turned into a laugh and he pulled the fuel nozzle out of the gas tank, and scraped it against the side of the car.
Both my friend and I were out of the car in a flash.
Scott was on my side so I got to him first, I grabbed the fuel nozzle in his hand and brought it up to his face, hard. My buddy got around behind him at this point and pulled his arms behind him. I fucking pummled the lard-ass for all I was worth. I forgot all the fighting techniques my cousin had taught me and I just went to town. I got him in the face 5 or 6 times, and I hit him in the stomach and ribs so many times I lost count. The station manager came running out, yelling at all of us, apparently, he was more worried about us damaging the pumps than he was about one of his employees getting his ass kicked. I backed up and got in the car as my friend let Scott go and jumped into the driver's seat. The station manager was yelling and it looked like Scott was crying. My buddy started the car and as we took off, I leaned out the window one last time and screamed, "You got some more coming you fat-ass son of a bitch!"
That's the last I ever saw of Scott Duns. We never went back to the Mobile station for obvious reasons, not the least of which was that we had taken off without paying for the gas. Shortly after, I joined the military and I'm never in my hometown long enough to bump into anyone, much less track some loser ex-bully down so I can kick his ass some more. Besides, last I heard from the old hometown grapevine was some girl had accused him of rape and he skipped town.
Here is a picture of him from my highschool yearbook (freshman year).
User Reviews
Submitted by Jarvis (user info) at 2005-02-20 23:47:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
THIS is why we have the 2nd amendment! I would'e shot his ass. Below the waist so it wouldn't be attempted murder, just aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-02-20 23:44:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
it's getting like friends reunited on here
Submitted by JenTheSuccubus (user info) at 2005-02-20 23:22:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Scott Duns was my boyfriend for the past 7 months...and it took me forever to get rid of him. I was lucky to get him off the couch, much less get him out of the house. To assure you, he was probably only popular in High School because who wants to go against someone that down right cruel? He'd bruise your feelings if you were his friend...if he isn't your friend, he'd strike you down. I'm not surprised about what you heard through the grapevine...I'm up in Washington state...didn't know much about his past except what he mentioned himself.
I give you a complete kick ass, thumbs up rating for allowing me to read this and feel MUCH better for getting rid of him.
Submitted by Burn (user info) at 2004-07-05 06:37:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That was pretty moving. I would have hunted him down, Revenge is sweet.
Submitted by PolPot (user info) at 2004-07-05 06:05:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
WTF IM NOT READING ALL THAT
Submitted by Nobb (user info) at 2004-07-05 05:41:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Good
Submitted by anSiarach (user info) at 2004-07-03 05:26:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-06-18 11:12:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Thought I rated this before.
Submitted by Kichigai (user info) at 2004-04-29 05:40:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome
revenge is so sweet
Submitted by maiorano84 (user info) at 2004-03-15 16:31:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Very cool.
Submitted by quack (user info) at 2004-03-15 16:13:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
nice story. havent been on uber for awhile, refreshing.
Submitted by Death_Metal_Dude (user info) at 2004-03-15 06:42:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You know you have to post it now Lyric. Have to. Now.
Ass-kicking posts kick ass.
Submitted by Lyric (user info) at 2004-03-15 04:05:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I fucking hate bullies, man... I'd post my own tale of one-upping the high school bully, but I don't want to steal your guys' juice. ;)
You rule.
Submitted by chipolatte (user info) at 2004-03-15 03:38:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
liposuctioned that fucker
Submitted by Kristen (user info) at 2004-03-14 18:25:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-03-14 18:23:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
</awsome>
Submitted by TonyMontana (user info) at 2004-03-14 18:21:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Fucking Sweet.
Submitted by ess2s2 (user info) at 2004-03-14 18:03:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I love you too Sideburns, but you still can't have my Bud Light.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-03-14 17:53:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Coming from you, I knew this would be a good post. Thanks for taking the time to fulfill my request. Great story and just as sweet as the revenge I got on fat Steven.
We both were scrawny in highschool.
We both were picked on by fat guys.
We both ran into them in a parking lot.
We both gained muscle.
We both kicked ass of the bullies.
I love you.
-Sideburns
Submitted by Cassiopeia (user info) at 2004-03-14 17:22:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
he does look like an asshole, way to go for getting your 'revenge'
Submitted by ess2s2 (user info) at 2004-03-14 17:09:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
The more I look at that picture of him, the more I feel like punching him in the face again. I need to go outside.
Submitted by ess2s2 (user info) at 2004-03-14 17:06:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Creep_firebombing - for a while I did think he had ruined my life, and I spent a considerable amount of time unemployed and pissed off at everything. Then the day that I kicked his ass at the gas station came and afterward I realized that his actions did not influence the rest of my life, at least not to the point where I would just be bitter and unemployed the rest of my life.
In all honesty, I'm proud of myself for making a good life for myself in spite of the fact that I dropped out, like you said, I made the best of a bad situation.
I would have gone commando on his ass except for the fact the gas station manager came out and I didn't feel like going to jail. I learned a lot from that day, most of all that bullies aren't harmless, they can at best make you feel like nothing, and at worst, well, one can imagine.
I also learned that the victims of bullies aren't harmless either.
Submitted by govenator (user info) at 2004-03-14 16:50:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Its always great when a bully gets the shit kicked
outta him by a guy he picked on in high school,
especially when the kid gets buff and beats the
ever loving shit outta him. That fat fuck deserved
every bit of it too, and to add even more insult
he worked at a goddamn self serve gas station.
Serves him right the piece of shit.
Submitted by ohlookasquirrel (user info) at 2004-03-14 16:30:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2004-03-14 15:27:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"IT" not "I". Fuck, I'm quitting now. I gotta stop working two 16 hour days in a row. I'm all fucked up.
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2004-03-14 15:26:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
After reading that I just realized that I made it seem like your life was ruined. That was not the intention and I appologize. You made the best of the situation, but I could've potentially ruined a lesser person.
Yeah, that sounds better.
Again, good job.
Werd.
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2004-03-14 15:23:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Beautious. I feel sorry for you though. Through this asshole's actions (which, it seems, you were never given a chance to offer your side of the story) you ended up being labelled and essencially forced to drop out. It just sucks. I know life isn't storybook perfect, but injustices like that can ruin lives. That may seem a bit dramatic, but you're an example of how it can be true.
I would have choked the fucking life out of the fat fucking piece of shit and shoved that gas pump down his throat.
But that's just me. I have anger management issues.
Werd.
Submitted by Dustbrother (user info) at 2004-03-14 14:56:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I could see it, the description wer vivid and lush
and I could see the fat fuck getting the life beat out of him
I applaude you, sir.
Submitted by Tom (user info) at 2004-03-14 14:47:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This truly is the kicker of all ass.
Submitted by Can_Always_Trust_A_Liar (user info) at 2004-03-14 14:45:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
that sucks what he did man, but way to go kicking his ass.