y'all know what time it is!!! TID BIT TUESDAY!!! CW: blood 'n one gross lil mention of a nose breakin'!
"What, you gonna go home 'n cry to your mama?" Pony braces himself with one scraped 'n bleedin' palm against the sidewalk. Gravel diggin' into his fingers 'n when he lifts it the bloody handprint remains.
There's a loose half circle of boys all older than Pony by at least a year or two blockin' his only exit- across the lot, over the fence, 'n two blocks home. Their ring leader, some snot-nosed soc who'd had it out for Pony since the moment they laid eyes on each other, jostles one of his posse 'n cackles an ear splittin' laugh.
"God," Pony runs a hand under his nose, scowls when it comes away stained red. "I'd thought the circus had rolled outta town. Someone must have told me wrong considerin' all the clowns are right here in front of me."
The boy stops hootin' 'n glares down at Pony, eyes darkenin'. "You fuckin' asked for it now, Curtis." He gives him another kick in the ribs that has Pony chokin'. He drops down to meet Pony's eyes, crouchin' close. "I was wrong. You ain't gonna go home 'n cry to mama. 'Cause you ain't got one. Shame. Though she wouldn't much like you fightin', would she? God, disapointin'."
Pony grins, blood on his teeth, 'n spits in his face. "Don't worry about my ma. I got two older brothers 'n you know what? It's damn fine with them." 'N Pony's laughter melts right into the sound the boy's nose makes as it cracks under his fist.
