Oh, fuck this. You're not gonna fight him; you don't need your ass kicked.
You make a break for the bus, but your indecisiveness led to it leaving before you made it. There's a late bus in 30 minutes, but you'd rather not wait around while Davis is out with a thirst for blood.
You begin walking the 20-minute walk to your house. You make it a little over half way, without seeing a single car, until one roars up behind you. It pulls to a stop next to you, and inside the beat-up old car you see Davis and two of his jock friends.
"You made me look like an idiot, John," Davis growls as he gets outta the car. "Everyone was expecting my pal Jake to film our fight and post it online, but your sorry ass never showed. Get in the car."
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