11th grade. I was a pretty good kid, but a lot of people knew not to mess with me because they knew I had a mean streak and I was pretty tough. But I was quiet, so not too many outside of some of my groups knew me. Two 12th graders decided to mess with me one day. One was an interesting sort, most knew him. He always wore a black trench coat, and a lot of people kind of feared him. He was fairly popular. The other kid was a big doofus who appeared tough, but wasn't. So I'm in the lunch line, waiting for the lunch lady to scoop the slosh onto my plate. Just then I felt something hit my head lightly. One of them threw a chewed up piece of gum into my hair. I looked back and doofus kid said "what are you looking at, it wasn't me", while trench coat kid had a smirk on his face. I called him some names and told him some other things I can't mention here, and he just said "bring it" or something to that affect. To this day, I'm not sure who threw the gum. I asked the lunch lady to cut it out of my hair, luckily it didn't look too bad after that. They got ahead of me in line, and went to sit down. I went to sit with my friends. At this point, I am just brewing with rage. My friends knew something was up, and didn't question when I started taking all of their food and drinks and dumping them on my tray. With the tray stacked high with food and drink, mostly spaghetti and chocolate milk, I went over, stood behind both of the idiots, and slammed the try onto their heads, majority over trench coat kid because I was certain he was the one who threw the gum. Big doofus looked up and behind at me, I clocked him with my elbow and he went down with a broken nose. As he was falling, trench coat decides to stand up. I put him down quickly with a front choke hold and then a nice right upper cut. By then, teachers were swarming. 2 weeks detention. Lucky I didn't get suspended, maybe because the principal knew us all, and possibly the lunch lady said something. Stories were confirmed by many.Principal didn't say much to me, but did appear to smile as I was leaving his office. The big doofus and trench coat never even looked at me again.