Michael endured his class until lunch, the grinning from the morning's events lingering at the bound of his mouth. He talked animated in his classes, drawing the care of several teachers. Once dejeuner came, he went about his normal schedule, sitting at his lonely remit and surveying the crowd of scholar. Halfway through his lunch he was surprised to see one of his classmates, 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 grin at him and waited for him to finish his lunch until she spoke.
"What's up Zoë ?"Her smile was precious, perfect dentition 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 company. 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 deplume my class 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 potential. Michael sensed that there was some sort of cover docket but didn't feel like questioning her about it.
"I'd be to a greater extent than happy to help you out. When's a just time for you ? I'm available most of the evening…"thought process back to the Nox before he corrected himself."Actually I'm usable any sentence after six o'clock tonight."She smiled wide, making his heart skip a metre as she dropped the leaf and stood up.
"Sounds good ! How about seven ? I get out of band practice at six thirty so I can meet you… ?"
"Is your business firm ok ? My family is a bit crazed."He flashed a smile at the doubtfulness, praying for her to say yes. He refused to take people back to his house. She returned the smile and did a little hop-skip in place.
"Yeah, that will ferment ! Here is my address… do you sustain your phone ?"He passed it to her and she punched some keys, handing it back with an open map covering and guidance."I'll see you then. Thanks Michael !"She bounced off as he put the phone away. He dumped his tray with a grin and made a beeline for the privy. Just as he put one understructure into the men's room he felt that associate bridge player pull him backwards and push him to the wall. Just as had happened every day for the past school yr he was faced with the five girls who made a point to fix fun of him. Four actually. Looking around for Rose he realized she wasn't making an appearance. He sighed and faced Candy, the orchestrator of his straining. She was a KO of a girl, a ballerina with one of the spicy eubstance in the schoolhouse. Michael didn't state of grace them with a smile, he just tried to advertize past her and through the twins, wanting to get to the lav and be done with them. This prison term though candy didn't move. He walked directly into her, not bothering to proceed her with his hands. He didn't expect her to brace and let him walk directly into her, pressing her tits into his chest and her grimace into his neck opening. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back against the bulwark.
"You don't get to ignore US. You are nada"Candy looked directly at him and glared."petty pecker !"
The lastly line of descent set Michael off. That was what Meredith called him. That was what Dana called him, among other things. His father wasn't here to protect candy like he did the little girl 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 moth-eaten and steeled. He failed to point out Rose walking down the dormitory towards her Quaker. candy gasped and made to slap him again. This clock time he moved on instinct, catching her bridge player before it was even halfway to his facial expression. When her other hand came up to swat at him he caught that too. He spun her around, making for sure that the early three saw the force he put into it. Grabbing both her wrist joint in one hand he placed the other on her back and shoved hard. She flew forward, only Jenna and Brittany saving her from slamming look first into the rampart. Michael's face was a mask of rage and hurting, steel showing above everything else."You don't get to hit me. You don't get to call me a pecker when you are the most royal stag cocotte in the FUCKING school. 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 SHIT about you and your short pinpricks. Now,"He looked at all of them, still not noticing Rose standing a little ways down the hall."get THE FUCK out of my facial expression, you CUNTS."Bretagne, Jenna and Alice all ran towards the luncheon foursquare, leaving candy sitting on the ground rubbing at her wrists. Michael walked towards her and squatted in front of her.
"And if you ever mess with me again…"Her centre were like those of a scare off beast, moist with concern and insecurity. His were metal, showing exclusively degradation in them."I will make tinker's dam for certain that you don't get anywhere in this schoolhouse, or in your entire GODDAMN life. Got me ?"She nodded and continued rubbing at her wrists."honorable. Now get the shtup out of my sight."She got up and walked quickly down the hall, looking back at him with fear once or twice before she finally made it to the doors. Michael exhaled and felt the red at the edge of his vision light up. He stood and turned coming face-to-face with rose. One feel at her face and he knew she had seen everything. She had teardrop in her optic, looking wounded. He couldn't find any Christian Bible to say, didn't have the energy to try and apologize his actions.
"What… What was that ?"Rose stepped back away from him as he took a sapless 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 front man door. A muffled yell came from inside. After a few proceedings the room access opened and Rose looked up at him with a look that went from happiness to slight fear to apprehension.
"What do you need Michael ?"
He tried to pop the Good Book 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."Rose 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 allow !"The doorway flew open fasting and unvoiced as blush wine glared at him.
"Is there anything left ?"When he asked, her boldness fell.
"If there is, it's nothing I want to act on. Just… just leave Michael. This was a bad idea anyway. ”