Michael endured his class until tiffin, the smiling from the morning time's events lingering at the edges of his mouthpiece. He talked animated in his classes, drawing the attention of several teachers. Once lunch came, he went about his normal schedule, sitting at his lonely table and surveying the crowd of students. Halfway through his lunch he was surprised to see one of his schoolmate, Zoë… something, heading straight for his table. She sat down next to him, no tray or any trace of lunch with her. She flashed a charming grinning at him and waited for him to land up his lunch until she spoke.
"What's up Zoë ?"Her grinning was cute, perfect dentition hiding behind back talk 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 desire some company. I did, also… you know want to ask you if you could help me with the math preparation later tonight. I understand if you cant but I really need to pull my grade up."She glanced up at him every little bit as she talked, talking faster than normal, trying to be through with the whole conversation as quickly as possible. Michael sensed that there was some variety of hidden order of business but didn't flavor like questioning her about it.
"I'd be Sir Thomas More than happy to help oneself you out. When's a safe clock time for you ? I'm available most of the evening…"Thinking back to the night before he corrected himself."Actually I'm available any time after six o'clock tonight."She smiled wide, making his heart skip a beatnik as she dropped the folio and stood up.
"audio good ! How about seven ? I get out of dance orchestra practice at six XXX so I can cope with you… ?"
"Is your house ok ? My family line is a bit crazed."He flashed a smile at the question, praying for her to say yes. He refused to demand mass back to his house. She returned the smile and did a little hop-skip in place.
"Yeah, that will mold ! Here is my address… do you have your phone ?"He passed it to her and she punched some keys, handing it back with an undetermined map application and focusing."I'll see you then. Thanks Michael !"She bounced off as he put the telephone away. He dumped his tray with a grinning and made a beeline for the bathroom. Just as he put one base into the men's way he felt that familiar hand pull him backwards and push him to the wall. Just as had happened every day for the preceding schooling year he was faced with the five daughter who made a point to hit fun of him. Four actually. Looking around for rose wine he realized she wasn't making an show. He sighed and faced Candy, the orchestrator of his agony. She was a knockout of a female child, a ballerina with one of the hottest body in the schooltime. Michael didn't grace them with a smile, he just tried to push past her and through the twins, wanting to get to the can and be done with them. This metre though confect didn't motion. He walked directly into her, not bothering to incite her with his custody. He didn't expect her to gallus and let him walk directly into her, pressing her mammilla into his chest and her face into his neck. She placed her hands on his shoulder and pushed him back against the paries.
"You don't get to dismiss US. You are NOTHING"confect looked directly at him and glared."Little bastard !"
The final line set Michael off. That was what James Howard Meredith called him. That was what Danu called him, among other thing. His Father of the Church wasn't here to protect Candy like he did the miss at Michael's firm. 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 notice rosiness walking down the hall towards her Friend. Candy gasped and made to slap him again. This time he moved on instinct, catching her hand before it was even halfway to his case. When her other hired man came up to swat at him he caught that too. He spun her around, making sure that the former three saw the force-out he put into it. Grabbing both her wrists in one hand he placed the former on her book binding and shoved hard. She flew forward, only Jenna and Brittany saving her from slamming side first into the wall. Michael's boldness was a masque of fad and pain, steel showing above everything else."You don't get to hit me. You don't get to call me a son of a bitch when you are the most royal prostitute in the shtup school. And you don't GET to do anything to me EVER again. And you better not ever think that I am just some wonk who can't do whoreson about you and your footling pinpricks. Now,"He looked at all of them, still not noticing rosebush standing a niggling ways down the hall."get THE FUCK out of my face, you CUNTS."Brittany, Jenna and Alice all ran towards the luncheon square, leaving Candy sitting on the ground detrition at her wrist joint. Michael walked towards her and squatted in front of her.
"And if you ever mess with me again…"Her oculus were like those of a pock animal, moist with fear and insecurity. His were metal, showing only degradation in them."I will realize damn sure that you don't get anywhere in this shoal, or in your intact GODDAMN life story. Got me ?"She nodded and continued rubbing at her wrists."trade good. Now get the fuck out of my sight."She got up and walked quickly down the hall, looking back at him with awe once or twice before she finally made it to the doors. Michael exhaled and felt the red at the edge of his imaginativeness clear. He stood and turned coming face-to-face with rose. One look at her nerve and he knew she had seen everything. She had tears in her oculus, looking wounded. He couldn't find any words to say, didn't have the energy to try and justify his actions.
"What… What was that ?"pink wine stepped back away from him as he took a weak 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's look door. A smother claim came from interior. After a few bit the door opened and Rose looked up at him with a look that went from felicity to slight fear to apprehension.
"What do you want Michael ?"
He tried to bulge out the Logos but somehow he couldn't make it work. Finally he spoke, just trying to fix whatever he could.
"I'm sorry pink wine. 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 door and left Michael standing there. He knocked again, harder this time.
"Michael, what the ass ? Don't you get it you need to leave !"The doorway flew open fast and hard as rosiness glared at him.
"Is there anything left ?"When he asked, her grimace fell.
"If there is, it's nothing I want to act on. Just… just leave Michael. This was a bad idea anyway. ”