When I got down to university I hooked up with this girl Sarah, 21 really cute and amazing in bed, although I didn't know since she was my first (hey, I was only 17). Anyway, here I am thinking she's 'the one', and I find out she's also porking a male cheerleader. I get pissed off, and I start pegging him with footballs at practice (I played on the varsity football team), and he showed up to a boxing practice, and took off (I was the head coach). Whenever they went out and I was around, she would ditch him and end up back at my place. At one point she even got off his lap at a club, came up to me, started trying to make out, and just walked out with me.
Anyway, after she dosen't make a decision between us I end it when I start seeing someone who did want to get involved. She comes up to me a month later after I started working at this club saying that he raped her because she never would sleep with him. Of course I'm a big dumb redneck straight from the farm and buy into it. So called a friend that lived in the same residence building as him, told him to prop open the door, and just forget I called. I knocked on Mr. Cheerleader's residence door, and his roommate answered (who I knew in passing), his face got white and said 'he's in the lounge'. He said later that I looked just fucked. I walked into the lounge, and he's sitting with a bunch of his buddies. His buddies scatter, and I grab him, clock him with two or three good elbows, and start grounding-and-pounding. This all ends with me hanging him out of a third story window by a belt around his feet tied to a radiator. Luckily, I knew the security guy that worked at the university (played on the football team to) and he just brushed everything under the carpet.
Anyway, so a month later I'm working at the club, normal shift, and start walking home. Mr. Cheerleader pops out of the bushes in the park I walk through on the way home from work with 2 of his friends, all have bats. I had an extendable steel baton, which I brought out, but I know if something starts happening I'm completely fucked. Anyway, his friends start backing up once I got the baton out, and he's starting to pussy out too. I think that either I do something or he's going to try again some other time, so I pull a Braveheart running towards him yelling, and he just freezes. I swear to god I didn't mean to break his wrist...or his shin...or three ribs...
Oh, wait, you shouldn't swear.