Here is the next installment. Sorry it took me some time to put it together, but life kept interrupting.
Warning: If you expect good dialog, flawless grammar and a non-stereotyped story this is not a story for you. But I think you'll already know this if you have been reading the rest of the story.
Chapter 15: Settling in at school
The next morning I woke up at about 10 am. I could feel soreness in my left arm, but the pain was bearable. I got out of bed and went to find my father, because I had to tell him about the fight. I found him in his home office and knocked on the door.
He turned around and greeted me, "Hey there sleepyhead, did you have a good time at the party?"
"Yeah it was ok, but something happen and I have to tell you about it," I replied.
"Well let me hear. It has been ages since I went to an informal party."
I told my father about the party and the fight. When I casual mentioned my trip to the hospital my father got up and went to me. Carefully he took my left arm and rolled up the sleeve on my shirt and saw the bandage.
He let out a whistle and said, "Good god, Jason. What were you thinking going into a fight like that? You could have been killed."
"It was a matter of either a group fight with 10 thugs on one side against drunken high school kids or me in a man-on-man fight. I thought I had better odds with the last option."
"But a fight, Jason. I know you have been working out, but it is very dangerous."
"Well dad in New York I was the best in my martial art class and my teacher made sure that I could handle myself outside the exercise room. The last year he taught me a lot about street fighting, which basically is fighting with no rules and with your opponent having some kind of weapon. So I was aware of the fact, that I could handle myself. But in the given situation I couldn't use the best tactic."
"And what is the best tactic?" My father asked.
"Run away as fast as you can. It is wiser to avoid a fight, than ending up in the hospital. But yesterday I didn't have that opportunity."
With a thoughtful look in his eyes my father said, "I can fully understand your reasoning Jason. As a principle I'm against fighting, but I don't think you could have handled the situation much better. At the end of the day I'm proud of you. You are a great son."
After that he hugged me and our conversion turned to other things. After awhile I excused myself and went to take a shower.
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After the shower I got some breakfast. I was alone in the kitchen as Lisa and Brian was out visiting some friends.
I took my phone and dialed Gary's number. We decided that he would come by with my car in half an hour.
Twenty minutes later I saw a car approach the house. I went out the front door and I could see it was Gary in my Hummer. It stopped and Gary got out.
I greeted him with a smile, "Hello there Mouth. Thanks for doing me this favor."
"It was the least I could do, Tiny. How's the arm?"
"It's pretty good all things considered. How's the head?"
"It's pretty bad, I feel like I must have taken care of one keg by myself yesterday -- it's throbbing like hell," Gary said looking pale.
"Well let me take you home so you can get some rest."
"You don't have to. I have arranged with Nicole to come by and pick me up," Gary answered back and continued while pointing toward a car which was approaching the house, "There she is."
The car -- a Beemer -- came to a stop and Nicole got out. I must have been rather dizzy last night when I met Nicole, because I hadn't given her much notice. But in the sunlight she made quite an impact. She was very petite barely 5 feet tall. Her hair was long and auburn. She had green eyes framed in long lashes and arched brows and pouty lips. She wore a black zip front sleeveless top with a V-neck which not only showed off her pierced belly button, but also the fact that Nicole's breasts were small, perky and perfect. She wore a white ruffle skort that showed off some killer legs, tanned and taught, and a small, tight, shapely ass.
"Hello Jason, I'm Nicole," Nicole said while smiling at me, "I didn't know if you would remember me from yesterday."
"Hey Nicole, You are right. I was rather dizzy when I met you. But nice to see you again." I replied.
"How is the arm, does it hurt much?"
"No, it's only throbbing." I said and asked if they would like to come into the house.
"No thanks, I think I would like to go home and get some sleep," Gary said and continued, "Ready baby?"
"Yes Gary," Nicole said and with a wink at me she continued, "You look really bad today Gary, maybe you should have been more like Jason yesterday. Not drinking all that beer."
"I couldn't agree more," Gary retorted and they went to the car.
Just before they got into the Beemer, Gary called out with a wave, "See you in school tomorrow Tiny."
Nicole blushed at that comment, and I got a distinctive impression, that my nickname no longer only was know by a small group of friends, but now was made public. And that the reason for the nickname defiantly was know by Nicole.
With a smile on my face I waved goodbye and went into the house.
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The following week at school was really enjoyable. I had been accepted into the in-crowd and all the other students looked in awe at me. I found out, that my fight had been captured on film, and could be seen on YouTube. So I was becoming Mr. Popular and I liked it.
My new status was already apparent Monday morning and as I walked down the hall I could see Nicole and Megan walking towards me. What a sight to behold, two coeds dressed to kill in spaghetti tank tops and miniskirts.