Rogue's Revenge
an excerpt

The Boy picked himself up off the ground, and turned to face the one that had hit him. He cocked an eyebrow at the Rowdy, and regarded him quizzically. “What was the purpose behind your strike?”
The Rowdy looked at his friends, and cracked his knuckles. “You're just a poor kid that thinks he's special.” He looked again to his cohorts for approval, and continued. “You're special, all right. Special Ed.” This was met with uproarious laughter from his fellows.
The Boy regarded him coolly. “So you say. So you've been saying for four years now. That doesn't change the facts. You are the one who desires violence, for whatever reason. I see no reason to debate you on our relative intelligence levels.”
This earned him a strangled gasp, and an aggravated stare. “You don't want to debate me?”
“No. It wouldn't be fair.”
The Professor walked up behind the Rowdy, and gave them both a level look. “Shouldn't you two gentlemen be on your way to class?”
The Boy nodded, and reached for his books, which had been gathered by another student passing by. He gave her a wink, as the Rowdy proclaimed. “He won't debate me, he's a loser and a coward!”
The Professor turned to the Boy. “Did you say that?”
His eyes flashed with very real anger as he saw what was coming. “No sir, I did not. I told him that I saw no reason to debate our relative intelligence levels, sir. I don't believe it would be considered fair play to engage in a battle of wits with the unarmed.”
The Professor raised an eyebrow. “What did you say?”
The Boy looked to the Girl, and sighed heavily. “I said, Professor, that his level of native intelligence is not up to the task, and therefore I must decline his offer of a debate. It wouldn't be sporting. Since I have now had to repeat myself twice, might I also suggest that you have your hearing looked into?”
The Girl giggled as the Professor turned red, then purple in rage. “Young man, come with me!”
The Rowdy leered at the Girl as The Professor lead the Boy away. She shot him a level look, and waved him away dismissively. “Not on your life. I know what I'm looking for.” She turned on her heel, and went to class, leaving the Rowdy to wonder where he had gone wrong.