Leland hadn't seen it coming. A headbutt was probably the last move he had expected as he felt his nose just smash against the other boy's forehead. He pushed Sim back and took a swing, aiming for his jaw. "You're actin' like I'm the crazy one!" he accused. "I aint the one who's gonna be at some mathletes competition for some fuckin' chick! Is that what you really want bro? I'm just tryin' to look out for you!"

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Sim took the punch pretty well, though he was now bleeding from somewhere in his mouth. Probably his tongue by the amount of blood he was spitting.

"She's not a fuckin' mathlete!" Sim yelled before swinging a punch into Leland's gut.

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Blood was pouring from his nose, dripping onto his shirt. He was about to come back with something else about mathletes when Sim punched him in the gut. He grunted and folded over but that wasn't nearly enough to stop him. Le swung again. "Whatever dude, a cute nerd is still a nerd. What does she even see it a thug like you?"

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Sim often asked himself the same question and it definitely faltered him, just enough for Leland to catch him off guard and send him stumbling into the crowd, who readily pushed him back into the action.

"It's none of your goddamn business!" Sim spat, getting blood all over the carpet.

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Using the wall to propel him forward Leland pushed off and sent himself tumbling into Sim. If he could get him down onto the floor he might have a slight advantage. He knew he had struck a nerve and he knew he could keep digging. "She's gonna ruin your rep dude and you don't even know why!"

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