Mismatched

Ricky pulled his beat-up Honda into a parking space and turned his music down, watching out the windows for any sign of the massive football player. It wasn’t any old parking spot he had pulled into, it was the one claimed by The Steven “Steve” Thomas. 

Steve Thomas was an over celebrated jock, who was really nothing more than a homophobic bully. Usually, Ricky would have attempted to keep his distance from the massive 6’2 beast known as “Steve,” knowing things would likely end horribly for him upon any altercation. As tough as he was, he was only 5’4 and really no match against Steve’s brute strength, but today he didn’t care. Today Ricky wanted a fight, and he knew Steve would be more than willing to give him one.

“What the fuck are you doing in my spot fag!” Steve yelled as he tore Ricky from the driver's seat, dragging him out of the passenger side by his messy hair. 

Admittedly, Ricky was slightly taken aback from Steve’s sudden attack. However, he was quick to leave his dazed state, rolling left to miss a punch intended for his nose. 

“Ooo pretty slow Stevey boy. I think you’ve put on a few.” Ricky poked him in the belly laughing. A few of the students, that Ricky could only assume gathered to watch him get beaten into a pulp, gasped.

“You little shit!” Steve kicked Ricky hard in the side of the ribs, making him wince. “I’ll make you pay for that.” Steve went to kick Ricky again, but he scurried under his car like a scared rat.

Okay, so maybe fighting Steve Thomas wasn’t one of his better ideas. Ricky laid on his back, trying to figure out his next move, when he noticed red blinking coming from a box that was wedged underneath his car. “The fuck is this” Ricky muttered as he reached up to grab the box.

“I’ve got you now!” Steve’s large hands wrapped around Ricky’s thin ankles.

“Hey! I’m busy right now!” Ricky grumbled, the asphalt scratched his back as he was dragged out from underneath his car.

Ricky managed to free one leg and kicked Steve hard in the face, forcing him to let go of Ricky’s other leg. Knowing he now had an opportunity to strike, Ricky bolted out from underneath his car, pleased to see that Steve was now kneeling and clutching his face.

“SURPRISE BITCH!” Ricky leapt onto Steve’s back, putting him into a rear naked choke. 

“You're dead.” Steve’s words were barely audible as he gasped for air. 

Steve pulled himself to his feet, beginning to swing his shoulders side to side, trying to shake off Ricky who was leached to his back. 

“RICKY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He turned his head to see William running towards him. His best friend Ren kept his distance.

It was no surprise to Ricky that Ren warily stayed back. Afterall, he was Steve’s favorite punching bag, though Ricky figured that would soon change after today. Poor Ren was always getting tormented by the asshole. Though he wasn’t the most intune with his emotions, or having emotions in general, he did feel bad for Ren. 

Distracted by a distraught William running towards him, Ricky unknowingly loosened his grip on Steve’s back. Who took the opportunity to throw Ricky.

Steve walked over to where Ricky was laying on the ground and picked him up. The crowd that had gathered around them winced as if knowing something he didn’t. Ricky did know that he needed to act fast though unless he wanted his money maker (face) smashed.

Steve was holding Ricky up by the shoulders; his feet were dangling in the air, not touching the ground. Luckily for Ricky, they were dangling just below little Steve, who was basically begging to be kicked.

“AGHHH” Steve dropped to his knees in pain as Ricky’s foot made contact with his groin. 

Thankfully Steve had released Ricky after the kick. Unfortunately, when Steve abruptly dropped him, Ricky hit his head hard on a larger rock mixed in with the asphalt. He knew it wouldn’t be long until Steve recovered and started beating the shit out of him. 

With imminent pounding looming overhead Ricky decided that his best course of action would be to taunt Steve.

“I’m surprised that there was anything there to kick.” Ricky sang. “You know everyone thinks you have a micropenis Steve. Do tell, are the rumors true?” Steve’s eyes narrowed, and he knew that his taunting had successfully pissed Steve off.

“Do you have a death wish twink?” Steve growled, wincing as he stood. “No, but you must have a face like that. No wonder your girlfriends screwed half the football team.” Ricky was grinning as Steve charged at him like an angry bull.

Steve then kicked Ricky so hard in the ribs that he was flung into the side of his car. A sane person would likely be in tears at this point, but not Ricky. Ricky started laughing.

It was low at first, but then his laughter grew. Sputtering as he felt a warm liquid climb up his throat, but continuing the same maniacal laughter, now muffled by the sound of choking on blood.

Steve was beyond creeped out by Ricky’s peculiar behavior and honestly just wanted to go home. He couldn’t do that though, not with everyone watching him. If he left now, without making an example of Ricky, he would lose the respect he had demanded from his peers for so long.