Tony,â I say, âitâs really cold outside. Why donât we put this off until spring? Baseball season.â
Scaratiniâs lip curls when he sneers. It is the sort of thing you canât fake. Only genuinely mean people can curl their lips like that. All he says is, âBe there. Donât make me come looking for you.â
There is no backing out. By this point, everyone knows that we are fighting after school. Iâve never understood how it works, but news of a fight travels very quickly. Already several people have come up to me to offer support. Donnie says, âShow him what youâve got, Joel.â Nobody really likes Tony. Maybe thatâs what makes him so mean. Besides, most of the kids are certain that, as the saying goes, I can take him. I may be the only one who doubts it. And Tony, I guess. Everyone else reasons that I am now the better baseball player, a varsity-letter winner, so I can take him. That is the whole problem: I got the letter instead of him. In fact, I realize now that I may have provoked this whole thing by wearing my letter. My parents had bought me the cream-colored cardigan, the stadium sweater that all letter holders wear, for my birthday, and my mother sewed the letter on and I had worn it to school for the first time the day before. Was that what provoked him?
Whatever the consequences of fighting him, they would be better than the consequences of not fighting him. With the whole school knowing about the fight, there is no way out. Even if a few people donât know, as soon as the two fighters face each other on the field, kids will run through the school yard shouting, âFight! Fight!â Most of the boys stand around in a circle, cheering. Kids like to see a good fight.
The girls, of course, donât come, and I donât know what they think about fighting. It is one of the mysteries about girls. They often express contempt for boys fighting. But if you donât fight, if you back away from a fight, there is probably not one girl in the whole school who will ever talk to you again.
No, whatever happens, it will be better than not fighting.
Rocco Pizzutti comes up to me in science lab and whispers, âLet me take the jerk for you, Joel.â
Rocco owes me because I decerebrated his frog for him. This is a really weird thing. It is supposed to teach you how the brain works. You place a scissors blade inside the mouth of a live frog and cut, snipping off part of the frogâs head. Then you watch the thing hop around with its head chopped to note how differently it acts with a piece of its brain, the cerebrum, missing. Who wouldnât act differently?
Weird! Who thought up that one? Tony Scaratini?
Anyway, Rocco Pizzutti, for all his toughness, canât do it. He holds the frog firmly so that it canât jump around, placing the scissors blade sideways in the frogâs mouth. He starts to squeeze the scissors and he feels the little body in his hand tense up. He canât do it. Itâs because he doesnât do it quickly enough.
And you have to do it. Mrs. George, who has long, bright red fingernails that look like she has been using them for decerebrations, makes it clear that âeveryone must decerebrateâ at least one frog. So I do Roccoâs and quickly hand it to him and he stands there holding the animal with the chopped head, looking sick.
âPut it down, Rocky,â says Mrs. George, who knows her science but can never get Roccoâs name right. âSee if it will jump.â
âItâs too late for that,â says Rocco sadly.
He is grateful that I have done it. But I canât let him fight Tony for me, much as I would love to see Scaratini trying to sidestep Roccoâs murderous left.
âNo thanks, Rocco,â I whisper. âIf I did that, every bully in the school would challenge me just to see me back down so he could feel big.â
âIâd take them on too.
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