Michael endured his social class until tiffin, the smile from the cockcrow's events lingering at the edges of his oral cavity. He talked animated in his classes, drawing the attending of several instructor. Once lunch came, he went about his normal schedule, sitting at his lonesome postpone and surveying the crowd of pupil. Halfway through his lunch he was surprise to see one of his classmates, Zoë… something, heading straight for his mesa. 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 finish his tiffin until she spoke.
"What's up Zoë ?"Her grin was cute, perfect teeth hiding behind lips shining with lip-gloss. She looked down at the leafage she was toying with and began a bit nervously.
"Well… You were over here all by yourself and I just thought maybe you might want 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 pull my grade up."She glanced up at him every piffling bit as she talked, talking faster than rule, trying to be through with the whole conversation as quickly as possible. 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 than happy to help you out. When's a good 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 warmness skip a beat as she dropped the foliage and stood up.
"Sounds effective ! How about seven ? I get out of ring praxis at six 30 so I can meet you… ?"
"Is your house ok ? My family is a bit crazed."He flashed a smile at the question, praying for her to say yes. He refused to take people back to his theater. She returned the smile and did a minuscule hop-skip in place.
"Yeah, that will figure out ! Here is my address… do you experience your phone ?"He passed it to her and she punched some keys, handing it back with an open map application and directions."I'll see you then. Thanks Michael !"She bounced off as he put the sound away. He dumped his tray with a smile and made a beeline for the bathroom. Just as he put one foot into the men's room he felt that fellow hand pull him backwards and push him to the wall. Just as had happened every day for the retiring school year he was faced with the five lady friend who made a point to make 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 distortion. She was a kayo of a girlfriend, a ballerina with one of the hottest consistence in the school. Michael didn't grace of God them with a smile, he just tried to push past her and through the twin, wanting to get to the bathroom and be done with them. This fourth dimension though Candy didn't move. He walked directly into her, not bothering to move her with his hand. He didn't expect her to brace and let him walk directly into her, pressing her teat into his chest of drawers and her look into his neck. She placed her hands on his berm and pushed him back against the wall.
"You don't get to ignore US. You are NOTHING"Candy looked directly at him and glared."small prick !"
The last line set Michael off. That was what George Meredith called him. That was what Dana called him, among other things. His Padre wasn't here to protect confect like he did the girls at Michael's house. He felt the ire he had held down so long in his gut boil up and over.
"Bitch."The word came out stale and steeled. He failed to discover Rose walking down the hall towards her supporter. Candy gasped and made to slap him again. This clock time he moved on inherent aptitude, catching her hand before it was even halfway to his face. When her other hand 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 wrist in one hired man he placed the early on her back and shoved hard. She flew forward, only Jenna and Brittany saving her from slamming case first into the bulwark. Michael's face was a mask of rage and botheration, brand showing above everything else."You don't get to hit me. You don't get to call me a scratch when you are the most royal WHORE 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 nerd who can't do hoot about you and your little pinpricks. Now,"He looked at all of them, still not noticing Rose standing a little ways down the mansion house."get THE piece of ass out of my facial expression, you CUNTS."Brittany, Jenna and Alice all ran towards the lunch square, leaving candy sitting on the solid ground friction at her radiocarpal joint. Michael walked towards her and squatted in front end of her.
"And if you ever mess up with me again…"Her eyes were like those of a scared animal, moist with fear and insecurity. His were metal, showing just degradation in them."I will make deuced sure that you don't get anywhere in this schooltime, or in your entire GODDAMN life. Got me ?"She nodded and continued rubbing at her wrists."right. Now get the shag out of my sight."She got up and walked quickly down the hallway, looking back at him with fearfulness once or twice before she finally made it to the doorway. Michael exhaled and felt the red at the edge of his vision clear. He stood and turned coming face-to-face with rosebush. One look at her face and he knew she had seen everything. She had tears in her center, looking wounded. He couldn't find any words to say, didn't have the vigour to try and warrant his actions.
"What… What was that ?"Rose stepped back away from him as he took a imperfect 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 rosiness's front line threshold. A muffled claim came from inside. After a few minutes the door opened and Rose looked up at him with a look that went from happiness to slight fearfulness to apprehension.
"What do you desire Michael ?"
He tried to start the Christian Bible but somehow he couldn't make it body of 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 savage or anything like that. I…"
"Candy 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 fuck ? Don't you get it you need to entrust !"The door flew open fast and heavily as rose glared at him.
"Is there anything left ?"When he asked, her typeface fell.
"If there is, it's nothing I want to act on. Just… just leave Michael. This was a bad idea anyway. ”