Gary, the school bully

Sarah takes your hand and starts leading you around the school, "Who are you looking for?" you ask.

"Gary," Sarah answers softly as she continues to scan the local area.

"Gary? You mean Gary Telson? The school bully?" you question.

"Yes, the school bully, he was really mean to me last week," Sarah replies, finally looking you in the eyes.

"What?" you say shocked, "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask in disbelief

"I didn't want you to worry, besides it doesn't matter now does it? Because we're going to get **** on him aren't we?" Sarah answers, moving slightly closer to you before she starts her search up again.

"So, what exactly did he do to you?" you ask, trying to be protective. You see Sarah blush before she answers.

"It's silly really," she answers, "He was leaning on a printout I needed, and when I asked him if he could lift his elbow. He said no and challenged me to an arm wrestling match for it," continued Sarah, feeling slightly ashamed, "Of course I refused at first but then he started calling me chicken and that I was a weak woman."

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry," you interject, wrapping your arm around her shoulder.

"Eventually I caved in and accepted his challenge," Sarah stated, seemingly ignoring your attempts to comfort her. "At first it seemed like it was a stale mate, neither of us were budging, then he started playing me for a fool, letting me appear to be winning," Sarah looked up to your eyes, her emotion clear in her eyes. You squeeze her shoulder gently. "I was getting close to winning and he started mouthing off, Oh? Oh what's this? The weak woman has got game! as his hand neared the table he suddenly threw all his strength into his arm and slammed my hand on the table," Sarah moves a hand over her mouth for a moment, "He then started making a big deal out of, calling out to everyone who would listen, making me look like a fool!" she added on the edge of tears.

"Oh Sarah!" you say softly, wrapping your other arm around her and holding her close, "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask again.

"I was so embarrassed," you hear her muffled voice as her head is pressed close to your chest.

"Come on then," you say reassuringly. "Lets get some ****," you add. Your reward is that beautiful smile of hers. As you continue your search you start to formulate how to get ****.

A few minutes later and you find Gary in the recreation room, "Wait here a minute," you say to Sarah as you walk over to Gary and his small group. "Hi there Gary," you say casually.

"What do you want?" Gary replies annoyed that you'd come up and talk to him.

"Erm, well?" you start finding the right words, "This is going to sound a bit silly but, well, my girlfriend wants a rematch of that arm wrestling match you had last week."

Gary and his group burst out laughing, "Oh that's a good one, dork!" Gary snaps. "Why, why should I waste my time beating your sissy girlfriend again?" Gary asks, slowly regaining his composure.

"Well, apparently she has been training. I only heard about this match you had a few minutes ago, but what's thirty seconds to you?" you answer.

"Training you say?" Gary replies thinking about it.