Back in '98 when I was a Freshman, we had a shop teacher who would look the other way when boys would get to fighting. I handled my business with a couple guys in there and nobody got in any trouble. Of course none of us squealed either.
LOL, I was the senior responsible for watching the shop one day when a freshman was about to get the crap beat out of himself. I walked over wrapped my arms around him turned and stepped in between to keep the peace. At first he was struggling cause he though his beat down was going to be facilitated by someone preventing the use of his arms, when he saw who it was he relaxed and nearly went limp since he was saved by me.
Then again I was the guy who would put some acetylene in balloon and let the thing off every once in a while so I had to try and atone for my other bad habits.