I had a small, close knit group of friends and as you’d expect from a bunch of weirdos we all got on pretty well. But when we didn’t get on, we had some nasty (and hilarious) fights… there were some doozies! And high school in general is a breeding ground for fights and spats with friends, lovers and enemies—all of those hormones in one contained building? You’re bound to get some explosions.
My boyfriend throughout high school was one cool cat… it took a lot to ruffle J’s feathers. One kid, B, managed to tousle J’s tuft somehow… I’m sure it was silly and inconsequential as it often is. From what I remember, B took the first hit and J turned around, calm as can be and grabbed B by the neck and slammed him up against the library doors. It took a few guys to get him off. He was suspended for a few days and eventually, after a few years, J and B were sort-of-friends. I think they’re even friends on Facebook! Then again, who isn’t these days?
There also was a huge (again, at the time it was huge) verbal bust up between me and C which is really hard to imagine now! I cannot for the life of me remember what started the argument. I think it had something to do with someone said I said something to someone else who repeated it back to C. It’s all a game of telephone, in high school, and everyone has shit reception. Whatever the case, C was livid. In Creative Writing, she finally exploded. We had a hushed, whispered argument, trying not to call attention to ourselves. Eventually C had had enough. She exclaimed, quite loudly: “Whatever! I’m done with you, f*g!” and then turned around and declared to the teacher, “I’m going to the bathroom.” And off she went. There was a stunned silence and everyone just kind of looked at each other in awe. C had flipped her lid! I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. Obviously we eventually made up and got over both our hang-ups and all was right with the world.
You just get that in high school, don’t you? Friends becoming enemies and swearing never to speak to each other again and then a week later crying their eyes out and promising “let’s never fight again!” That’s just the way it all plays out. Eventually you all grow up and you either grow apart or you stay in touch or, in my case, both. I’m 4,000 miles away and I don’t get to call up and chat with my friends whenever I want but I know that the moment they know I’m coming home they’re already hatching up plans for some crazy fun. I like that.