The Preps followed Peanut and Binky, but were driven back when Peanut unloaded some shots of his own as they started around the inner wall. “What now ?”, Bryce asked. In the background, Angie’s moans could be heard over the slight breeze. “Let me think”, Tad responded, irritated by Angie’s moans and whimpering. “First, shut that Damn Tart up, will someone ?”
None of the male Preps was going to shoot Angie, so Vanessa walked over to where Angie was laying, centering the Egg Gun on her head. Angie looked up with hatred in her eyes. “I hope you all go to Prison !”, Angie spat.
Vanessa decided she didn’t need to shoot Angie again. She cast the Egg Gun aside and instead reached down a grabbed Angie by the hair, yanking her up, and cold-cocking her with a right to the jaw. Then she hauled Angie the rest of the way up and stuffed her head-first into a nearby Trash Can. That done, she picked up her Egg Gun and rejoined the others.
“I say, good show !”, Tad said admiringly. The other Preps just looked at Vanessa with bugged-out eyes.
“Ok, that’s done”, Vanessa said. “What’s the plan ?”
Tad thought for a moment. “Turn those Trash Cans over. We’ll stand on them and shoot over wall, using that for cover.”
The Preps did as Tad directed, turning over four Trash Cans. While the Preps mounted them, Vanessa stayed near the edge of the wall, out of Peanut’s line of fire, and took several potshots at the Junk Parts Car that Binky and Peanut were holed up behind. When the Preps were mounted on the Trash Cans, they opened up on the hapless pair. Just in time, Peanut and Binky saw the Preps and raised up the Trash Can Lids for cover.
CLANG !! CLANG !! CLANG !! CLANG !! CLANG !! CLANG !! CLANG !!
Peanut had Binky hold both Trash Can Lids in front of them as they hunkered behind the front of Junk Parts Car, so he could fire the Spud Gun between them. The Preps ducked as they saw the barrel of the Spud Gun emerge in the moonlight, and the two sides exchanged potshots for the next ten minutes, until dry clicking was heard from Peanut’s Spud Gun. He was out of Spuds.
“Oh, out of Ammo, are we ?”, Tad cried gleefully. “You may as well just come out and take your medicine then, for poor Bif’s sake !”
“I ain’t gots nuttin’ to do wid whats happened to Bif”, Peanut retorted, “An’ youse knows dat.”
“Well, ONE of you Greaseballs had something to do with it, I’m sure !”, Tad gaily responded. “So now, ALL of you must pay !”
“Youse needin’ to buy some test answers, Prep scum ?”, Peanut laughed. “We aints all heres, Numbwad....Youse missed a few, and dey’ll take youse down !”
Tad roared laughter. “We already took care of you Slimeball buddies earlier tonight. It’s just you left now ! So, come on out and get what’s coming to you !”
“Youse dirty bushwhackin’ Prep Fucker, why donts youse come fights me like a real Man”, Peanut challenged. “Or, is youse too much of a Pussy ?”
The other Preps looked at Tad. He had led them into this, and he knew he couldn’t back down from Peanut’s unexpected challenge and lose their respect now. “Why, of course, Little Man...Since I just beat you Ape friend Hal, I can surely beat you. Throw out your Weapon !”
“It’s empty, Dumb Fuck”, Peanut said, “And I aints gots no more Ammo.”
“Low Lifes like you are full of tricks”, Tad said. “Throw it out anyway, or we shall just finish you off right now.”
With no choice, Peanut tossed the empty Spud Gun out into the lot, where it landed with a clatter. The Preps dismounted the Trash Cans and moved cautiously around the inner wall with their Egg Guns at the ready. Unknown to Peanut, the Preps were nearly out of Ammo themselves. They had shot off hundreds of rounds, and empty Egg Cartons littered the small lot behind them from all the reloads they had done. There was barely a few rounds between all of them, and Vanessa’s Egg Gun held the most of those.
“Come on out”, Tad challenged, “Your little girlfriend too.”
Peanut stepped out, and Binky laid the Trash Can Lids on the Junk Car’s hood stepped out. “Examine that”, Tad ordered, and Bryce went to where he could see in front of the Junk Car. “Nothing there”, he reported.
“Well, it’s you and me now, Peon”, Tad said. “I’m going to make you cry.”
“Puts down your Weapon”, Peanut said, “If’n you wants to fight lika Man. Them others too...I’m unarmed.”
Tad’s temper seethed, but he kept it in check. “Put them away, boys....I’ll handle this.” Tad handed his Egg Gun to Bryce, and the Preps put all their weapons away, except for Vanessa, who was standing by the wall. Nobody appeared to notice, as she was further away from the others, but she lowered it and clutched it by her side,
“All right, let’s Go !”, Tad exclaimed, and the two started to circle each other. Tad danced about as he did in the Ring, as Peanut bored forwards. Tad struck first, coming in and punching Peanut in the jaw; Peanut struck back but only whiffed air as Tad danced back beyond his reach. With shorter arms, Peanut didn’t have the reach that Tad did, as as the fight progressed, Tad would land ten punches for every one that Peanut could connect, and those were just glancing blows. Peanut’s arm was also sore from where the rock-hard Egg had struck it earlier, but he gamely hung in there. The Preps, except for Vanessa, made a half-circle between the fighters and the Autoshop. Binky held her place by the Junk Car, and Vanessa remained by the inner wall.
About ten minutes into the fight, Peanut’s face was starting to resemble a punching bag, and he was tiring badly. Tad stepped in to finish him off, but Peanut suddenly exploded a hard punch to Tad’s guts, and then clipped Tad a shot on the jaw as he doubled over. Peanut moved in to follow it up, but Tad suddenly kicked Peanut hard in the Nuts as he spread his legs to power his next blow. “OOOFF !!!”, Peanut cried as he sunk to his knees on the pavement and gasped, “"Ahhhhh !!!! My Johnson !!!!!" ”
Binky suddenly grabbed one of the Trash Can Lids and charged Tad. “You Can’t Do That !”, she yelled, and wielding the Trash Can Lid, she smacked Tad on the face with it with all her might. Tad staggered back from the blow, his face bleeding from where the Lid had cut into him, stunned. Binky advanced on Tad to deliver another blow.
Over by the inner wall, Vanessa raised her Egg Gun, but she feared hitting Tad instead of Binky, as the two were so close. So, she charged Binky instead, raising the Egg Gun to use as a Melee Weapon against her. But Binky saw her coming just in time and turned, raising the Trash Can Lid as Vanessa brought down the Egg Gun. The Weapon smashed against the Trash Can Lid, bending the barrel of the Weapon, and the recoil pushed both back. Binky recovered first and smashed Vanessa across her face with the Trash Can Lid, drawing blood. Vanessa responded by grabbing Binky’s hair, and Binky did likewise to Vanessa, both trying to batter each other with their respective weapons.
Tad had recovered by this time, and moved in to take control of the situation, as Binky was really battering Vanessa now. Unlike Derby, Tad would never hit a girl, so he did the next best thing. Using the same foot he just used to disable Peanut by kicking him in the nuts, he stomped down hard on Binky’s high-heel booted left foot. The result was immediate. The sound of Binky’s small bones breaking was audibly heard, and the heel was snapped off from the force of Tad’s stomp.
“AAAAAARRRRRRUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!”. Binky screamed as she dropped to the pavement. “AAAAUUUUHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD !!!!!!!!!!! “OOOOWWWWWHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!”
It had happened so fast that the other Preps barely had time to react. Bryce said, “Hey, we better go....She’s screaming so loud, she’ll wake the whole school.”
Tad looked around helplessly for a solution. None of the male Preps were going to quiet Binky, and Vanessa was reeling around like a drunken Sailor from the attack. Tad stepped over and cold-cocked a defenseless Peanut, who was vainly trying to crawl to Binky’s aid. “Guess we got what we came here to to do. Let’s go !”
The Preps raced away from the area, Tad leading an unsteady Vanessa along and bringing up the rear. They gathered up Chad, who could at least hobble, and left the Autoshop grounds, going past the Fountain and back to their home turf. The screaming continued from far off now, and Tad was extra glad he had paid off the Prefects to be absent for the night. As the last one through the gate, Tad made a critical error by forgetting to lock it, a mistake he would soon regret.
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