The Fight

How could he do that? I was the one who should be mad and he just came right in and went for me. So I gave him all the hate and envy I was feeling in punches.
By the time the girls came in we were both bloody.
You could tell the way their voices had got high pitched and developed American TV accents, that the girls were excited, thrilled by the blood and drama of it all. And I felt that feeling of being owned close in again too. They were fussing and clucking around us then. I did the only sane thing I’d done all day. I got up and walked away. Female hands clutched at me as I passed. I don’t know whose. Blood was dripping into one of my eyes and I wasn’t looking anyway. “Stare straight ahead” I told myself and that’s what I did & walked, hobbled straight ahead too. Outside my luck changed. Miss English saw me and came striding over. True to character she didn’t fuss, just helped me walk to the nurse’s room. Miss English asked only one question: she pointed back to the gym and asked, “Is there anyone else I need to worry about in there?”
I shook my head; Rey had enough people worrying about him right now. I was going to have Miss English’s worry all to myself. But then I realised Rey would be heading to the nurse’s room soon too and then what? The room was too small for the both of us.
I needn’t have worried. Miss English left me with Nancy “to tend my wounds” as she put it and then went to see who I’d left in the gym.