High school fight	
By Brent	
A boy and girl slug it out behind the gym


It was a normal day in May at Central High. 16 year old Rochelle was storming
down the hallway with her friend Amy trailing behind. Amy was in tears and
Rochelle was steaming mad. Rochelle was 5 feet 4 inches and 118 pounds. She
had long red hair, freckles, and the cutest face around. She also had large
breasts and a round firm butt. She was wearing a green button down shirt with
only one button fastened over a pink tube top, jeans that appeared to be
painted on, and sandals. As they turned a corner in the crowded hallway, the
busty redhead and her slim blonde friend saw what they were looking for. It
was Tom Bradley, Amy's ex-boyfriend. He was talking with a group of his
friends when Rochelle walked straight up to him and got in his face.

"You broke my best friend's heart you creep and you're going to apologize to
her for it!" Rochelle said, her pretty face red with anger.

"Screw you!" Tom replied, "I'm not apologizing to anyone."

"Oh yes you are or I'm going to beat the hell out of you in front of
everybody!" Rochelle yelled.

Tom became visibly angry and said, "You better get out of my face before you
get hurt!" Tom was 17 years old 5 feet 10 inches tall and 150 pounds. He was
wearing a plain blue T- shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

"Outside behind the gym right now. I'll teach you to mess with my friends."
Rochelle said. Behind the gym was the traditional location for fights at
Central High. It was secluded and no teachers ever went back there.

"I'm not fighting a girl." Said Tom.

"Chicken!" replied Rochelle and she pushed Tom causing him to stumble
backwards and fall to the floor.

A laugh went up from the crowd that had gathered and Tom was furious, "Fine,
you want to get your butt kicked, let's go."

They and a large crowd of students moved outside to the grassy area behind the
gym. The crowd formed a circle around Tom and Rochelle. Rochelle took off her
button down shirt leaving her in the pink tube top. The top accentuated her
broad round shoulders and firm arms. Rochelle did a lot of swimming and it
showed. She kicked off her sandals leaving her in bare feet. "Let's do it
Chicken." She said to Tom.

Tom said, "This is your last chance to back out of this before I break your
face."

"Screw you." Rochelle said and slapped Tom across the face hard.

With that, both of them began throwing punches as fast and as hard as they
could. The two combatants stood toe-to-toe slugging away. Both were landing
punches to the others face. At first the crowd stood in stunned silence at the
site of a boy and girl fighting in such a brutal fashion. Then the crowd began
cheering the two fighters on. Most of the boys cheered for Tom. All of the
girls, and some of the boys, cheered for Rochelle. The slugfest continued for
almost 2 minutes. At casual glance it looked like a stalemate. However, if you
watched closely you would see that Rochelle was blocking some of Tom's punches
and the ones that landed did not seem to have much effect. On the other hand,
nearly all of Rochelle's punches were finding there targets and Tom's head was
being snapped back and forth.

Finally, Tom threw a wild right hook and Rochelle ducked under it. As she
ducked, she threw a left hand into Tom's midsection. Her small fist sunk deep
into Tom's stomach forcing all the wind out of him and causing him to double
over. As he bent over, his chin met Rochelle's right fist as it came up in a
huge uppercut that straightened Tom up and sent him falling back into the
grass. He landed in a seated position with his upper body supported by his
arms thrust out behind him. After a moment of stunned silence a roar went up
from the crowd. Tom looked around at the crowd in shock and embarrassment.
Then he looked at Rochelle she just stood there with her fists held high in
front of her face. Tom's look of shock turned to rage and he scrambled to his
feet and attacked Rochelle. The slugfest resumed.

After nearly a minute of trading punches, Rochelle landed a right cross that
connected with Tom's chin and spun his head around nearly 180 degrees. His
body followed suit and he fell face first into the grass. Again the crowd
cheered and some people laughed out loud. Tom looked over his shoulder at
Rochelle. She slowly lowered her fists and put her hands on her hips. She was
breathing heavily. Her chest heaved up and down. Her stomach, which was
completely bare thanks to the tiny tube top moved in and out with each breath.
Her abdominal muscles were quite visible each time her stomach went in.

She stared down at Tom and calmly said, "Had enough?"

Another wave of anger came over Tom and he quickly scrambled back to his feet
and went after Rochelle. When he reached her he landed a huge punch to her
stomach. The blow landed with a thud. Rochelle let out a small "huff" but did
not double over. The punch appeared the bounce off the hard female stomach
muscles that lay just beneath the soft skin of the girl's abdomen. The battle
continued. However, it was apparent that Tom was almost finished. His nose was
bleeding, he was being driven backwards, and most of his effort went into
trying to block Rochelle's punches. After about 45 seconds Rochelle landed a
series of punches to Tom's face. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Tom's
head was whipped back and fourth like a punching bag. The final right hand of
the combination sent Tom down flat on his back spread eagle on the grass. The
crowd cheered for Rochelle. Tom's fans were silent. Tom just lay flat on the
grass and stared up at the sky.

Rochelle lowered her fists, placed her hands on her hips and walked over to
Tom. She placed her bare right foot on Tom's chest and looked down at his
bloody face. The crowd was now watching in silent awe. Rochelle asked Tom,
"Give up?"

Tom knew he was beaten. He shifted his gaze from the sky to Rochelle's
beautiful face and said, "Yes."

"Then apologize to Amy right now!" Rochelle demanded pointing to Amy in the
crowd.

Tom looked over at his ex-girlfriend and said, "I'm sorry Amy, and I'll make
it up to I promise."

The crowd exploded in a huge cheer for their new champion. Some began chanting
Rochelle's name. Rochelle looked up from Tom at the crowd and smiled. With her
foot still planted on her beaten opponents chest she flexed her muscles for
the crowd. The two impressive bulges that appeared on her arms surprised
everyone. She was sweating, panting, and had a bruise forming on her left
cheek but still she smiled widely as she posed for her adoring fans. Needless
to say, no one ever messed with Rochelle or her friends again.