"What the fuck?"

Jordan was out of his chair with his hands around Matt's throat just about when Matt got the last word out.

"What the fuck? I'm dating the hottest girl in the school and you think I'm gay." Jordan lifted Matt by his throat and then, almost casually, threw him against the wall.

Matt hit with a solid crunch and a shower of drywall dust. If they couldn't make the rent, it looked like they weren't getting their security deposit back, either.

"Aaah..." Crap, he'd hoped he could talk his way out of any situation he got into but getting his throat crushed had ruined his speaking ability. He just hoped it was temporary because his streaming career was over if he couldn't use his voice.

He tottered to his feet as Jordan stalked toward him, his hands reaching for Matt's body.

Matt held up one finger. "Just a second," he tried to say although the words came out as a sort of squeak.

He grabbed a glass from the sink, filled it with water, and took a drink before turning around to see Jordan just about on top of him.

"Hit me if you have to," Matt said. "Then maybe we can talk about it."

Obviously he hoped Jordan would see some sense and not hit him.

Jordan didn't. The football star hauled off and punched Matt in the stomach, following up by a jab to the mouth.

Matt had gotten into a few fights back in Michigan and at Aaron Burr. Those, though, mostly involved rushing someone and falling to the ground. It figured that Jordan would have studied martial arts and boxing... and he nailed Matt with a third strike--to the nose--before Matt could begin to respond.