“Do you really think I give a-”
“I don’t care what you think. You owe me.”
“I don’t owe you a damn thing.”
Angry voices. Harsh words. Isaac stopped right where he was, his breath trembling. Fighting wasn’t allowed here. Not unless it took place in the boxing ring. But, he recognized those two voices. They were always at each other, but it had been quiet for a while. Apparently the truce had lasted long enough, and they were due for another blow up.
He steadied himself. This kind of conflict always left him shaken, but he was pretty sure he was the only one around to step in, so that’s what he’d do. He hurried down the hall to where the two boys had squared off.
“That’s enough,” he said. Then again, when neither even acknowledged him.
“Stay out of it,” they both said. “It doesn’t concern you.”
“As long as you’re here, it does. Either drop it or take it somewhere else. If you both have that much aggression to get out, take it into the ring. Otherwise you’ll end up banned from the center. I doubt that’s what either of you want.”
Neither spoke for a moment. Then, one said, “Let’s go to the ring. If you knock me out, I’ll clear the debt. If I knock you out, I’ll expect my money Monday morning.”
“I told you, I don’t-”
“You do, and you know it. Square up with me, one way or another.”
This hadn’t been what Isaac had meant, but at least in the ring, they’d have gloves and headgear. It was something at least.
He went over to the ring and set out the equipment for them. Looked like he wouldn’t be making it to Jonas’ party. But, what else could he do?
Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use do/due/dew in your post. One or all of them. I didn’t work dew in at all, but I got the other two. This was also combined with the Story a day prompt of “two children are fighting.” These are more teenagers, but it still works. 😉