Much to his relief, when his week’s detention was over, Sean found Mr. Tasker’s plan worked perfectly. His lunchtimes where free from bother and there were no further physical altercations. However, that didn’t stop Sean’s bullies from hurling verbal abuse at him when they had the chance, calling him things like ‘pussy’ and faggot.’ Also, whenever John had the chance, he would drone on about all the ‘anti-bullying’ shit.
The reamaining months of seventh grade seemed to go swimmingly for Sean. After a few more sessions with Mr. Gaynor, the counsellor decided he didn’t need to see Sean anymore. Even his father told him how proud he was that he had stood up to his bullies and reminded him that Eddie was true coward because his frieneds had interfered in their fight. Sean thought he might see the school year come to an end without further worry.
Like with every child in the world, the last day of school couldn’t come fast enough. Sean couldn’t get through the gates, so fast that he nearly left Jeremy behind. “Hey, wait up,” Jeremy called out.
Sean turned to meet his friend, “Sorry, I want to get away from this school for the summer.”
“Me too,” Jeremy agreed.
“We’re gonna meet up tomorrow?” Sean inquired.
“Not tomorrow but defrinitely the day after,” Jeremy reassured. “Besides, we can have the time just me and you with no groups or bullies.”
“That’s true,” Sean returned and with that, the two friends parted company. Sean’s excitement was so clear that he nearly broke into a run. He rushed past the other children but as he did, he happened to give a girl named Stacy Klimkowski the slightest of brushes.
“Hey, watched where you’re going you asshole!” Stacy bellowed.
Sean stopped and looked back, “Sorry.”
“I’ll show you sorry,” she snarled as she aggressively moved towards him.
He had a moment to size up his possible opponent. Stacy stood five foot three, an inch taller than Sean but had an athletic build, neither fat nor thin. Having recently cut her red hair short, along with the evil look in her eyes, she appeared even more menacing. Once a boy once told her she had the body of a lady wrestler but instead of getting mad, Stacy took it as a compliment.
“Kick his ass, Klimkowski!” Eddie’s vocie rang out somewhere in the crowd which was now assembling to watch the potential fireworks. “I wanna see a girl kick this pussy’s ass.” John and Tim laughed beside him.
Inspired by this, Stacy stepped forward and took a wild swing with her right hand, which Sean easily dodged. She then lunged for him but he side stepped just enough that when they took each other by the shoulders, it was Stacy who hit the ground first with Sean on top of her.
For a few brief seconds, Sean wasn’t sure what to to next as he straddled Stacy. He suddenly discovered he had a smal cheering section as some unknown voices, a few of them girls, encouraged, “Punch her, who cares if she’s a girl. Punch her in the face!”
As tempting as it might have been, Sean did not want to hit a girl. Instead, he grabbed both of Stacy’s wrists and pinned her arms above her head. Stacy struggled between curses and threats, trying to raise her body up. Sean countered this by pinning her body with his. However, as he lay on top of her, Sean’s thirteen year old hormones kicked into gear. Without warning, his loins burts forth creating a terrible mess in his underpants.
Stacy shouted, “He’s fuckin’ pissed on me!”
Extremely embarrassed, Sean got up and no matter how hard he tried to hide his shame amongst the laughing spectators, he couldn’t. One astute boy identified, “He ain’t pissed on her, that’s come!” Not wanting to hear any further laughs or jeers, Sean ran away and no one stopped him and that was how seventh grade ended for him.