I pretty much stayed out of trouble in school, but one fine day a known AH came up as I was talking to a friend at his locker, and shoved him into the locker. I smacked the guy. He wanted to fight after school
Had a similar experience in the hall outside of the science lab in HS, senior year. A friend was attacked by one of the resident bullies. I pulled him of and pushed him to the other side of the hall, A couple of teachers got between us. When they asked what happened, the AH kept his mount shut, so I told the teacher what happened.
He was dragged to the office, and I went to my class. When I got out of science class, the bully was back, with a friend. He told me the same thing you heard, that they would find me after school. When he said that I hit him. It was on. His back up didn't get involved. I suppose fighting after school was coll with him, but faced with the opportunity to earn a suspension he wimped out.
We were both dragged to the office, he told his story, I told mine.. He was suspended for 2 weeks for fighting, I was reprimanded and sent to my last class.
After school he was waiting with his buddy. By then I was able to amass about a half dozen of my own friends. So words were exchanged, but nothing happened. We never bothered with each other after that, until graduation night, while I was parking my car.
It was my girlfriend and I, as I was getting out of the car, he approached, His buddies (3or4 of them, I really don't remember) surround the car. I told Diane to stay in the car and lock the door. She did. The lug wrench for the car was on the floor in the back seat, as I got out, I grabbed it. He shouted curses at me, and as I stood up, I hit him in the side of the face and neck with the lug wrench. I hit him pretty hard, too. He went down and knocked his he on the curb, too boot! One other guy approach and I hit him, too. I didn't say anything. The others left.
I moved the car around the block.
He spent that evening at the St James Hospital emergency room with his buddy. I never saw either of them again, but I understand that sometime during that summer, of 1967, the bully was arrested for beating up his girlfriend, and her mother! Nice guy.
btw, I'm not a hero, or a fighter. I went all through HS without a confrontation, except for these two with the same butthead. When it was he and I, I really didn't care, when my girlfriend was with me, it was a different story, I figured they were going to kick my butt, and there was no way to talk my way out of it, so I didn't wait, and took all the advantage I could think of.