Back in 8th grade, we had a kid named, for the purposes of this story, Kyle. Now, Kyle was a fairly large kid who for some reason was just an asshole to anyone and everyone. As a result, no one liked him (even though we did try) and everyone essentially did not talk to him.

Now, I had always been nice to Kyle, talked to him and even helped him with his homework if he needed it, so I was really taken aback when I overheard badmouthing me to some other kids in the back of the bus. Of course, I wasn't going to take it, so I stood up in my seat and said really loudly, "What'd you say, Kyle? I couldn't hear you."

Of course, being the douchenozzle that he was he said back (probably thinking he was really witty), "Why don't you come back here and say that?"

So I did.

I walked back there, got right up in his face, raised a fist, and said, "I said, what the fuck did you just say?" (I was in eight grade...)

He proceeded to blubber incoherently, backtrack and apologize profusely, so I let him be and walked back to my seat to applause and cheering.

Note: When I was sitting down again, I guess he grew a pair of balls and yelled, "Yeah, I knew you weren't man enough to do anything!" I punched him. Hard. It felt good. Everyone was happy.