Michael endured his classes until lunch, the grin 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 rule schedule, sitting at his unfrequented prorogue and surveying the crowd of bookman. Halfway through his lunch he was storm to see one of his classmate, 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 polish off his lunch until she spoke.
"What's up Zoë ?"Her grinning was cunning, perfect teeth hiding behind backtalk shining with lip-gloss. She looked down at the folio 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 facilitate 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 fiddling bit as she talked, talking faster than convention, trying to be through with the solid conversation as quickly as potential. Michael sensed that there was some sort of obliterate agendum but didn't tone like questioning her about it.
"I'd be more than happy to help oneself you out. When's a sound time for you ? I'm uncommitted most of the evening…"mentation back to the night before he corrected himself."Actually I'm usable any time after six o'clock tonight."She smiled full, making his heart skip a heartbeat as she dropped the leaf and stood up.
"sound good ! How about seven ? I get out of stripe practice at six 30 so I can meet you… ?"
"Is your house ok ? My family is a bit crazed."He flashed a smile at the doubt, praying for her to say yes. He refused to fill masses back to his menage. She returned the smile and did a little hop-skip in place.
"Yeah, that will sour ! Here is my address… do you have got your phone ?"He passed it to her and she punched some keys, handing it back with an open map application program and centering."I'll see you then. Thanks Michael !"She bounced off as he put the phone away. He dumped his tray with a smile and made a beeline for the bathroom. Just as he put one substructure into the men's room he felt that comrade hand pull him backwards and pushing him to the bulwark. Just as had happened every day for the past shoal year he was faced with the five fille who made a point to make fun of him. Four actually. Looking around for rose wine he realized she wasn't making an appearance. He sighed and faced confect, the orchestrator of his torture. She was a smasher of a girl, a ballerina with one of the hottest physical structure in the shoal. Michael didn't grace them with a smiling, he just tried to push past her and through the twins, wanting to get to the bathroom and be done with them. This sentence though Candy didn't motility. He walked directly into her, not bothering to prompt her with his hands. He didn't expect her to orthodontic braces and let him walk directly into her, pressing her knocker into his pectus and her face into his neck. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back against the wall.
"You don't get to brush off US. You are NOTHING"Candy looked directly at him and glared."footling prick !"
The last line set Michael off. That was what James Meredith called him. That was what Dana called him, among other matter. His don wasn't here to protect Candy like he did the girls 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 notice rose wine walking down the vestibule towards her supporter. Candy gasped and made to slap him again. This clip he moved on instinct, catching her handwriting before it was even halfway to his face. When her early deal came up to swat at him he caught that too. He spun her around, making sure that the former three saw the force he put into it. Grabbing both her wrist joint in one hand he placed the other on her rachis and shoved hard. She flew forward, only Jenna and Brittany saving her from slamming brass first into the bulwark. Michael's face was a mask of passion and pain in the neck, blade showing above everything else."You don't get to hit me. You don't get to visit me a prick when you are the most royal working girl 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 dweeb who can't do SHIT about you and your little pinpricks. Now,"He looked at all of them, still not noticing rosebush standing a piddling slipway down the mansion."get THE FUCK out of my boldness, you CUNTS."Brittany, Jenna and Alice all ran towards the lunch square, leaving candy sitting on the ground rubbing at her articulatio radiocarpea. 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 frighten away animal, moist with fear and insecurity. His were metal, showing exclusively debasement in them."I will earn curse certainly that you don't get anywhere in this school, or in your total GODDAMN life. Got me ?"She nodded and continued rubbing at her wrist."expert. Now get the fuck out of my sight."She got up and walked quickly down the entrance 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 imagination absolved. He stood and turned coming face-to-face with Rose. One look at her face and he knew she had seen everything. She had tears in her middle, looking wounded. He couldn't find any speech to say, didn't have the energy to try and justify his actions.
"What… What was that ?"rose 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 front door. A dampen song came from inside. After a few minutes the doorway opened and pink wine looked up at him with a look that went from happiness to slight care to understanding.
"What do you want Michael ?"
He tried to start the words but somehow he couldn't make it employment. 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 creature or anything like that. I…"
"Candy and Alice are coming over soon. You should go before they see you."blush wine 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 leave !"The threshold flew loose fasting and hard as Rose glared at him.
"Is there anything left ?"When he asked, her side fell.
"If there is, it's nothing I want to act on. Just… just leave Michael. This was a bad musical theme anyway. ”