Mark vs. Matt

Throughout his life, Mark had never really fucked over a friend like this before. Now that he had done so, Mark was about to face the consequences for it.

Getting off the platform at the bottom of the Ferris wheel, Mark saw Matt waiting for him. There he stood, now just meters away from him, black shorts, a white buttoned up short sleeve shirt. The expression on his face was pure anger. No sadness or disappointment, just anger which made him think that this could get physical very quickly.

“Look, I can tell that you’re a little upset so let’s just take a deep breath and talk this through,” he said, walking up to him hesitantly.

‘SMACK’.

Matt had punched him right in the nose, Mark instantly stuttered backwards, feeling the pain of a clean hit. He covered his nose where he had been whacked.

“What the hell man,” he said, looking at his hand that now had a minor amount of blood on it from his nose.

“You fucked my girlfriend,” he said straight up, “You fucked her after what I told you I had been organising for her.”

They were currently in such a public place and many people near by were now watching after Matt had punched him. “How about we do this somewhere else, somewhere a little more private,” Mark suggested, starting to be embarrassed by the whole situation.

“No. Don’t be a fucking coward,” Matt said, pushing him roughly in the chest backwards. Mark kept just taking more steps back, not wanting to engage in a public fight.

Matt followed him, giving another couple of shoves in the chest. It was clear he wanted to fight and he didn’t care who was watching.

After a fourth push, Mark had to push back. He gave him as big of a shove as he could, knocking Matt slightly off balance before darting away. He would have looked like such a coward but hey, it’s better than being hit again, isn’t it?

Mark ran around a corner, running straight into more of a crowd. Not looking behind him, he sped walk amongst people, just trying to blend in before he could get out of the entire courtyards and off campus until Matt had calmed down.

“Oi Marky!” a voice came from just in front of him. It was Macca again, he was double parked with two Budweiser cans. Just great... not someone he wanted to be running into right now.

“Think it’s your shout next mate,” he said, blocking his path.

“Sorry maybe later, gotta run,” he said, quickly sidestepping him and walking faster again.

Walking just near the giant jumping castle, Mark could just hear the sound of someone charging from behind him. Turning just in time, there was Matt in a full on run towards him, “Fucking come back here you pussy!” he yelled.

In a genuine panic to avoid him, he crawled into the jumping castle that was currently empty besides for some couple in the corner hooking up.

Shit. This was a terrible idea, he had just cornered himself. The castle had a roof so it wasn’t even like he could bounce his way over the top and off the back of it.

Lightly bouncing on the soft material, he turned to see Matt crawling through to.

“Matt please, I can explain, just give me a chance,” he pleaded to him.

“What’s there to be explained? You’ve been fucking Cass behind my back! While I’ve spent hours and hours working for her,” he said.

It was like a Mexican stand off, they both lowered their knees a little as they waited for one or the other to attack.

“It was honestly just a big mistake,” Mark lied. He did it cause Cassidy was smoking hot and he couldn’t control himself any longer with her constant flirting.

“Bullshit.”

After saying the word, Matt launched at Mark, spear tackling him to the pillowly bouncy castle below them. The couple that had been in the opposite corner rushed out as the two boys wrestled inside.

Mark grabbed onto him, trying to push him off so he didn’t have so much control.

Getting his arm free, Matt went in for another punch.

‘SMACK.’

He had connected again with his head, this time at his eyebrow causing an instant cut. With momentum, he kept swinging, hitting him multiple times on his face, the last one smashing into his jaw.

“I fucking trusted you man! You were my fucking friend!” He repeated while on top.

Mark was really starting to feel the pain now but with the fear of being hit again, he used what **** he had to push him away. This gave him the chance to get up first, trying to keep balance on the bouncy floor.

Not wanting to be caught flat footed again, Mark returned the favour once Matt got up, spear tackling him back down, towards the crawl through entrance of the castle.

“Oooooh,” a crowd of voices echoed from outside the castle.

This was when he realised that there were plenty of people outside now watching this all unfold. So much for privacy he though.

Mark now had the upper edge, on top of Matt, pinning him down as they both wrestled for control. The blood that was leaking down Mark’s face was like a reminded of what Matt had just done to him. He could have easily hit him back a couple of times in this position but he just couldn’t bring himself to retaliate like that.

Instead they just wrestled for control until they started rolling out of the jumping castle. The fight had broken out into what was now a decent sized crowd outside, all wondering what the hell was going on.

The two boys were taken off each other by a group of people. It was honestly a relief for Mark who really didn’t want to be hit again. It turned out to be a bunch of football guys, a surprise to see them end the fight rather than letting it play out.

The last thing he remembered was seeing Matt struggle and squirm, trying to break free from their grip to have one last go at Mark.

“Come on man, let’s get you out of here,” said one of the guys that had a hold of Mark.

They took him away for the crowd, eventually letting go off him and just walking with him away from the crowd.

“Man you took a beating,” said one of the boys. Mark instantly recognised him as Bryce Walker, the quarter back and Miranda’s ex boyfriend.

Wiping away a bit of blood that dripped from his lip, Mark replied, “Yeah I know... so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? Pfft, we were all rooting for you anyway, that Matt kid’s a psycho,” Bryce spoke, “Saw that tackle you made on him, you’d be better than some of the guys on the football team.”

Such a smooth talker, Bryce knew how to cheer someone up.

“So you gonna be alright?” he asked.

“Yeah. Yeah I’ll be fine thanks,” he politely smiled before they left him to his own.

It seemed all so surreal. His friendship with Matt, all over? It sure seemed that way.