Michael endured his stratum until luncheon, the grinning from the aurora's events lingering at the boundary of his mouth. He talked animated in his classes, drawing the attention of several teachers. Once lunch came, he went about his rule agenda, sitting at his lonely put off and surveying the crew of students. Halfway through his lunch he was surprised to see one of his classmates, Zoë… something, heading straight for his table. She sat down adjacent to him, no tray or any trace of tiffin with her. She flashed a charming smile at him and waited for him to finish his lunch until she spoke.
"What's up Zoë ?"Her grin was precious, perfect teeth hiding behind lips shining with lip-gloss. She looked down at the leaf she was toying with and began a bit nervously.
"Well… You were over here all by yourself and I just thought maybe you might need some fellowship. I did, also… you know want to ask you if you could help me with the math homework later tonight. I understand if you cant but I really need to deplumate my score up."She glanced up at him every little bit as she talked, talking faster than normal, trying to be through with the hale conversation as quickly as potential. Michael sensed that there was some sort of hidden order of business but didn't feel like questioning her about it.
"I'd be More than happy to assist you out. When's a good time for you ? I'm available nearly of the evening…"Thinking back to the night before he corrected himself."Actually I'm uncommitted any fourth dimension after six o'clock tonight."She smiled wide, making his mettle skip a beat as she dropped the foliage and stood up.
"phone trade good ! How about seven ? I get out of circle practice at six thirty so I can see you… ?"
"Is your house ok ? My family is a bit crazed."He flashed a smile at the interrogative sentence, praying for her to say yes. He refused to take people back to his household. She returned the smile and did a little hop-skip in place.
"Yeah, that will work out ! Here is my address… do you have your earpiece ?"He passed it to her and she punched some keys, handing it back with an undefendable map application and directions."I'll see you then. Thanks Michael !"She bounced off as he put the speech sound away. He dumped his tray with a grin and made a beeline for the john. Just as he put one animal foot into the men's elbow room he felt that comrade mitt pull him backwards and push him to the wall. Just as had happened every day for the past shoal year he was faced with the five young woman who made a point to fix fun of him. Four actually. Looking around for blush wine he realized she wasn't making an appearance. He sighed and faced confect, the orchestrator of his overrefinement. She was a knockout of a girl, a ballerina with one of the hottest body in the schoolhouse. Michael didn't grace them with a grin, he just tried to bear on past her and through the counterpart, wanting to get to the toilet and be done with them. This time though candy didn't move. He walked directly into her, not bothering to move her with his bridge player. He didn't expect her to brace and let him walk directly into her, pressing her tits into his chest and her face into his neck. She placed her manpower on his shoulders and pushed him back against the wall.
"You don't get to brush off US. You are NOTHING"confect looked directly at him and glared."petty putz !"
The lastly melodic line set Michael off. That was what Meredith called him. That was what Dana called him, among former thing. His father wasn't here to protect candy like he did the female child at Michael's house. He felt the anger he had held down so long in his gut boil up and over.
"Bitch."The word came out cold and steeled. He failed to detect Rose walking down the Charles Francis Hall towards her friends. confect gasped and made to slap him again. This time he moved on instinct, catching her hand before it was even halfway to his face. When her former hired man came up to swat at him he caught that too. He spun her around, making sure that the other three saw the force he put into it. Grabbing both her wrists in one helping hand he placed the other on her backrest and shoved hard. She flew forward, only Jenna and Brittany saving her from slamming face first into the wall. Michael's case was a masquerade party of rage and pain, steel showing above everything else."You don't get to hit me. You don't get to cry me a prick when you are the most regal sporting lady in the roll in the hay schooltime. And you don't GET to do anything to me EVER again. And you better not ever think that I am just some grind who can't do diddlysquat about you and your little pinpricks. Now,"He looked at all of them, still not noticing rosebush standing a slight path down the student residence."get THE FUCK out of my typeface, you CUNTS."Bretagne, Jenna and Alice all ran towards the lunch foursquare, leaving Candy sitting on the ground rubbing at her wrist joint. Michael walked towards her and squatted in front of her.
"And if you ever mess with me again…"Her eyes were like those of a scar brute, moist with veneration and insecurity. His were metal, showing only debasement in them."I will make damn sure as shooting that you don't get anywhere in this school, or in your entire GODDAMN life. Got me ?"She nodded and continued rubbing at her carpus."in effect. Now get the fucking out of my sight."She got up and walked quickly down the Charles Francis Hall, looking back at him with fear once or twice before she finally made it to the room access. Michael exhaled and felt the red at the edge of his vision clear. He stood and turned coming face-to-face with rosiness. One smell at her cheek and he knew she had seen everything. She had tears in her eyes, looking wounded. He couldn't find any words to say, didn't have the get-up-and-go to try and excuse his actions.
"What… What was that ?"Rose stepped back away from him as he took a light step forward. She turned and walked away, not looking back at all. Michael didn't try and go after her.

At four thirty Michael knocked on rose wine's front door. A strangle shout came from inside. After a few hour the door opened and Rose looked up at him with a looking at that went from felicity to slight fright to apprehensiveness.
"What do you want Michael ?"
He tried to pop the watchword but somehow he couldn't make it work. Finally he spoke, just trying to fix whatever he could.
"I'm sorry Rose. I'm sorry if I scared you, or if you think I'm a brute or anything like that. I…"
"confect and Alice are coming over soon. You should go before they see you."rosiness shut the threshold and left Michael standing there. He knocked again, harder this time.
"Michael, what the fuck ? Don't you get it you need to go forth !"The door flew open fast and toilsome as pink wine glared at him.
"Is there anything left ?"When he asked, her fount fell.
"If there is, it's zilch I want to act on. Just… just leave Michael. This was a bad mind anyway. ”