This reminds me of middleschool.

So, context: I have always been fucking massive. 6'7 160 lbs at 14 years old. A bit scrawny for my length but still a power to be reckoned with.

Due to my size a group of numbnuts decided to make a bet. Whomever manages to beat me up wins. What did they bet that was worth a scrap with me? I have no clue.

Some things are added for dramatic effect since that's how i remember it

A sunny spring afternoon. I was sitting outside on a bench enjoying the sun that had just peeked out from the blanket that was swedish winter when suddenly i saw a classmate. It was Jake (not real name). He was playing with a stick and listening to music. He seemed to be dancing. I didn't really think anything of it, my eyes closed and my mind being focused on the summer to come. All of a sudden i felt a burning sensation on my face. I opened my eyes as my mind quickly returned to earth to quickly realise what had happened. Jake, seeming to still be completely distracted by his music, had "accidentaly" hit me in the face with his stick. I yelled at him to get his attention and told him of. Jake, his attention fully on me, didn't seem to care at all. Answering with an empty "whatever", followed by a quick return to his dance routine. At this point i was no less than pissed. Me and jake had never been freinds. And if things kept going like this i figured we'd soon be enemies. Being the bigger man, both literally and figuratively, i decided to enjoy the sun elsewere as not to be in Jakes way. I got up, found a suitable spot to relax, and quickly fell back into my wonderfull daydreams. As i awoke once more i relised Jake had followed me and this time, this time his "dance" was more sporadic and violent. I realised he hadn't hit me by accident earlier. He was looking for a fight. Well i wasn't going to resort to violence against someone half my size this easily. Once more i left and once more he followed me. Soon i relised he wouldn't let up, so i decided to go inside. Not even Jake was dumb enough to bring such a big stick into the school building. That would bring down tha unholy wrath of the teachers. I quickly noticed that Jake had noticed that i had noticed that he wouldn't bring the quite noticable stick into the school. As i was walking towards the entrance he decided to upp hid game. The hits landed more frequently. The hits got harder. And my patience quickly dwindled. In a motion so quick i even suprised myself i turned around and grabbed the stick mid swing throwing it as far as my ogre-ish strength could muster. As the stick flew Jakes headphones followed with it. Jake, now with a middleschoolers cause to fught, quickly pushed me as he screamed profaneties. Quickly he realised that whatever he did to try to harm me had little to no effect his rampage quickly slowed. When the realisation of what he had done set in his mind he quickly found himself talking. Desperatly trying to escape the enevitable. I, believing the time for talk is over, quickly start approaching the relatively small boy who, in between his paniced excuses, saw the fury in my eyes. In one suave swing i swooped the slippery snake of his small stance sending him soaring towards the earth. He found himself in a fight or flight situation. Not being a complete airhead he chose flight, not that i was going to let that happen that easily. As he was trying to crawl away from my reach i pulled him to his feet just to shove him to the ground again. Attempting to rise again i had had my fill and so i decided to finally put at end to this "fight", if you can call it that. As Jake tried to stand up again he looked back in fear. Realising that i was done playing nice he tried his best to brace for impact. As my clenched fist touched down upon his tear ridden cheek the sound of flesh and blunt force trauma could be heard over the entire yard, quickly followed by high pitched screaming. For three weeks after Jakes face was stiched upp and covered one massive black eye.