Stradlater got back from his date with Jane. then he asked me where his goddamn composition i told him it was on his bed. then he turned round and said to me "what the hell is this?!"

"your goddamn composition" i said as cold as hell.

"i asked you to write it about a house or a room not a goddamn baseball mitt!"

that really ticked me off. he was so ungrateful. he was just stood there with his toothbrush in his mouth and this next bit i don't remember, i just jumped up ad with all my might i went to sock him as hard as i could right smack in the toothbrush so it would cut his throat open. only i missed, i didn't connect. all i did was hit him on the side of his head. it promberly hurt him a little but not as much as wanted. anyway the next thing i knew i was on the floor and he was sitting on my chest his face all red and all. that is he had his goddamn knees on my chest. he had hold of my wrists to so i couldn't sock him. i d have killed him.

"what the hells the matter with you?"he kept saying.

"get your lousy knees off my chest!"i was almost bawling i really was."go on, get offa me ya crumby basted." he wouldn't do it though. he kept holding onto my wrists and i kept calling him a sunvabitch and all for around 10 hours. i could Hardley remember what i said to him at all. just that he thought he could give the time to anyone and that he was moron. he hated it when you called him a moron.

"just shut up now Holden!just shut up up!" he said with his big red face and all.

"you don't even know if her first name is Jane or jean you goddamn moron!"

"now, shut up, Holden, am warning ya. shut up before i slam you one!"

"get ya stinkin moron knees of my chest!"

"if get off will ya shut up?!"

"yes!" i didn't shut up though i carried on telling him what a stupid sunvabitch of a moron he was. and that got him really mad. he told he wasn't going to warn me again so i carried on didn't get to finish my goddamn sentence, then he let one go at me. before i knew it i was on the floor again. i opened my eyes to find Stradlater stood over me. he just told me that i was asking for it and he warned me to shut up. he told me to go and wash my face and i told him to go and wash his own goddamn face he was a childish thing to do. but i was really mad. i figured that old Ackley would have heard every thing so i got up and went to his room. never went in his room usually because it always had a funny stink in it because he was so crumby in personal habits.