Nothing I could do would make her back off.
Students stood around us in a solid wall.
It would be impossible for anyone
(friend or enemy)
to break through.
She could kill me here.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked
through teeth gritted against pain.
“You won’t fight.
You walk away.
You’re a wimp,” Lindsey said.
She punctuated her last sentence
with her fist against my face.
A salty clot of blood leaked
into my mouth.
I spat it up at her,
and in the time it took her to reel back,
I got up.
I stood over her.