The sky was mostly clear with a few lazy clouds that slowly drifted by, allowing the midday sun to warm the people scattered throughout the courtyard of the community college. Most of the students were either huddled in their respective cliques or busily walking about from one class to another. One person in particular walked with a determination, quickly crossing from one side to another, heading for one group in particular. The sleeves of his black hooded sweatshirt were pulled up, revealing muscular arms. He ran his fingers through his short tousled blonde hair as he neared a group of five men, stopping inches away from one of them.
"What the fuck is your problem you son of a bitch," Jason Preston said.
Travis Gibson was a twenty one year old, tall well built young man with very short brown hair that was spiked. He turned around to face the angry voice and smiled mockingly. "What's up little man, what's your problem?"
Jason faced him, his deep brown eyes staring him down, "What you didn't think I would hear what you said about my sister?"
"Oh that, look man your sister is lucky to have had me, and for her to dump me is just wrong. So I had to tell my boys what really happened. They had no idea your sister was such a cock sucking whore." Travis leaned in and said in a hushed tone, "Besides, I only went out with her out of pity. I just wanted to see if that whole saying of more cushion for the pushing was true. Don't worry though; you and I are still cool if you just back off now and go join your kiddie friends."
"We both know what said about her is a fucking lie you mother fucker," Jason growled. His fists were balled so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
Travis laughed, "Can't call me that, I haven't had your momma's ass yet, though every time I went over to your place I saw her checking me out." He looked back at his friends and received several high fives from them. He looked back at Jason and saw how serious he was, "Oh come on, I bet even you've thought about fucking her sweet ass and blowing your fucking load on her huge tits. I know I have. Admit it; your mom is a fucking MILF."
"You fucking sack of shit," Jason said quietly. He had grown up listening to his father saying things like this about his mother and sister and he wasn't about to let someone else talk like that about them, especially Travis. It was true though, he did start to notice his mother in a different manner, seeing her as not just his mother but a woman whom he desired, though he could never admit that to anyone. He suddenly heard a woman screaming out his name and he shifted his eyes to see his big sister Alyssa running towards him. She was wearing a large oversized sweatshirt and an old pair of jeans. He could see the look of concern on her face but was undeterred.
Travis looked in the direction Jason was looking and said, "Gotta admit though, her huge tits sure are nice!"
"Knock that shit off," Jason growled, knowing that he would snap at any second.
"What are you gonna do about it little man? You think that just because you turned eighteen you can come up here and kick my ass?" He raised his arms, inviting Jason to take a swing as he looked back at his friends again.
Alyssa grabbed Jason's arm just as he was raising it to take a swing, "Come on, we have to go!"
Jason felt himself being pulled away by his sister, her fingers digging into his arm. He unclenched his fists as her touch calmed him down ever so slightly as she led him away.
"Come back when your sister isn't there to rescue you!" Travis laughed along with his group of friends.
Jason suddenly tore away from his sister's grip, spinning around to face Travis, his fist already in motion. The weight of his whole body was behind it, adding to the force it was building before connecting solidly with Travis' cheek bone. Jason's punch followed through, only dissipating in strength after he connected with bone.
Travis spun around, suddenly losing his balance and landing at his friend's feet. After a few seconds he turned back, his fingers gingerly touching his cheek as he stared at Jason who was standing over him, glaring at him. He had never felt this uncomfortable before as he was usually the one to stand above someone.
Jason sneered at his handy work and turned around slowly before walking away with Alyssa in tow. He felt her arms wrap themselves around his waist as they walked away and smiled. He noticed some of the smiles from those who had seen what had happened and basked in the glory of it all.
Alyssa looked up at him as they walked out of the courtyard and around a corner, away from prying eyes, "What was that Jason? I mean I know what happened, but when did you turn into a fighter?"
"I'm sorry but after hearing what he was saying I had to teach him a lesson. Nobody disrespects you like that and gets away with it!"
"So my kid brother is now my knight in shining armor," she said softly as she looked into his deep brown eyes. She looked at his hand and grabbed it, seeing the redness in his knuckles, "Oh my God Jason, does it hurt?"
"Not really," he said, lying. Even though she was his sister he still felt that he needed to hide his pain from her. He looked into her light brown eyes and smiled, changing the subject, "Let's go get some burgers or something, I'm fucking starving!"
"I would if I didn't still have a couple of other classes. Remember you're the one who gets to go home early on Friday's."
"Alright fine, I guess I'll just see you when you get home then?" he asked, disappointed that he would be going home alone.
