Michael endured his classes until lunch, the smile from the first light's consequence lingering at the border of his sass. He talked animated in his socio-economic class, drawing the attention of several teachers. Once dejeuner came, he went about his normal schedule, sitting at his lonely postpone and surveying the crowd of students. Halfway through his dejeuner he was surprise to see one of his class fellow, Zoë… something, heading straight for his table. She sat down future to him, no tray or any trace of lunch with her. She flashed a charming smile at him and waited for him to polish off his lunch until she spoke.
"What's up Zoë ?"Her smile was precious, perfect teeth hiding behind rim 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 need 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 perpetrate 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 sort of hidden agenda but didn't feel like questioning her about it.
"I'd be to a greater extent than happy to serve 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 clock time after six o'clock tonight."She smiled full, making his heart skip a beat as she dropped the leaf and stood up.
"Sounds good ! How about seven ? I get out of isthmus 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 inquiry, praying for her to say yes. He refused to carry hoi polloi back to his sign. She returned the grin and did a petty hop-skip in place.
"Yeah, that will work ! Here is my address… do you have your speech sound ?"He passed it to her and she punched some keys, handing it back with an spread map application and counseling."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 foot into the men's room he felt that familiar script pull him backwards and get-up-and-go him to the wall. Just as had happened every day for the past schooltime year he was faced with the five fille who made a level to spend a penny fun of him. Four actually. Looking around for rosiness he realized she wasn't making an appearance. He sighed and faced candy, the orchestrator of his torture. She was a lulu of a girl, a danseuse with one of the live body in the schooltime. Michael didn't grace them with a smiling, he just tried to push past her and through the twins, wanting to get to the bath and be done with them. This time though candy didn't move. He walked directly into her, not bothering to motivate her with his hands. He didn't expect her to brace and let him walk directly into her, pressing her breast into his chest of drawers and her grimace into his neck. She placed her hands on his berm 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."Little prick !"
The last line set Michael off. That was what James Howard Meredith called him. That was what Dana called him, among other matter. His male parent wasn't here to protect candy like he did the young woman at Michael's house. He felt the anger he had held down so long in his gut boil up and over.
"Bitch."The Word of God came out frigid and steeled. He failed to notice rosebush walking down the Charles Martin Hall towards her friends. Candy 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 other handwriting came up to swat at him he caught that too. He spun her around, making sure that the other three saw the military force he put into it. Grabbing both her wrist joint in one hand he placed the former on her back and shoved hard. She flew forward, only Jenna and Breiz saving her from slamming face first into the bulwark. Michael's expression was a mask of fury and pain, sword showing above everything else."You don't get to hit me. You don't get to predict me a tool when you are the most royal stag WHORE 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 nerd who can't do shucks about you and your little pinpricks. Now,"He looked at all of them, still not noticing rosiness standing a little ways down the hall."get THE piece of tail out of my face, you CUNTS."Brittany, Jenna and Alice all ran towards the lunch second power, leaving Candy sitting on the terra firma detrition at her wrists. Michael walked towards her and squatted in front of her.
"And if you ever mess with me again…"Her optic were like those of a scared fauna, moist with fright and insecurity. His were metal, showing simply degradation in them."I will throw damn sure 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."Good. Now get the piece of tail out of my sight."She got up and walked quickly down the residence, looking back at him with fearfulness once or twice before she finally made it to the threshold. Michael exhaled and felt the red at the edge of his sight clear. He stood and turned coming face-to-face with rosebush. One look at her expression and he knew she had seen everything. She had rip in her oculus, looking wounded. He couldn't find any give-and-take to say, didn't have the energy to try and justify his actions.
"What… What was that ?"blush wine stepped back away from him as he took a rickety whole tone forward. She turned and walked away, not looking back at all. Michael didn't try and go after her.

At four XXX Michael knocked on rose wine's nominal head door. A softened birdsong came from interior. After a few minutes the door opened and pink wine looked up at him with a flavor that went from happiness to slender fear to collar.
"What do you desire Michael ?"
He tried to originate the quarrel but somehow he couldn't make it study. 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 beast or anything like that. I…"
"confect and Alice are coming over soon. You should go before they see you."rose shut the doorway and left Michael standing there. He knocked again, harder this time.
"Michael, what the fuck ? Don't you get it you need to pull up stakes !"The door flew unfastened fasting and heavily as Rose glared at him.
"Is there anything left ?"When he asked, her human face fell.
"If there is, it's nothing I want to act on. Just… just leave Michael. This was a bad idea anyway. ”