Thomas raised an eyebrow, "He can try, he showed up belligerent at your house, started unlocking the door when you told him to leave, legally I could have shot the other fucker, besides the cops show up he didn't' see who hit him fucker only saw my fist then blackness he wont' really go to the cops loves the cheerleader pussy too much."
Thomas sat down, motioning for her to sit on his lap, "Tough guys like that, get cheerleader pussy because women are hard wired to like men who protect them, cheerleaders are stupid and think that because he is good at throwing a ball he's good at fighting and at fucking when in truth I've often found it's the opposite."
He chuckled, "See, I'm great at sex but you know how I got that way listening and learning from feed back, since I have always been over weight and not what most would call a catch I had to b better at the relationship stuff, where as jocks get the pussy so easy they don't' even know what a clitoris is, much less how to stimulate one, where as I've learned and relearned every trick and treat this side of the seven hells of Nevermore, and how to read body language thus how I can play with your body so easy, doesn't' hurt your so used to tiny dicked jocks your clit may as well be an instant orgasm button."
He pet her head, "Imagine if word got out the five hundred pound chess and video game nerd kicked his ass, all that respect and shit he sweated balls over gone, so he won't say it was me he'll describe some huge giant of a man that doesn't exist, and until you tell people or they figure out I'm dating no one will know what I did, and even after no one will say he was wrong except me and you, but his statement to the police will have been made long before then."
Thomas smacked her ass, "I may not be able to throw a spiral foot ball, but I'm brilliant at chess are you impressed and don't lie also how'd you like the punch again don't' lie."