Michael endured his classes until lunch, the smile from the morning's events lingering at the edge of his mouth. He talked animated in his classes, drawing the attending of various teachers. Once lunch came, he went about his normal schedule, sitting at his lonely prorogue and surveying the crew of scholar. Halfway through his lunch he was surprised to see one of his classmates, Zoë… something, heading heterosexual for his table. She sat down future to him, no tray or any ghost of luncheon with her. She flashed a charming grinning at him and waited for him to finish his lunch until she spoke.
"What's up Zoë ?"Her smiling was precious, sodding teeth hiding behind lip 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 desire some troupe. I did, also… you know want to ask you if you could assist me with the mathematics homework later tonight. I understand if you cant but I really need to pull my grade up."She glanced up at him every niggling 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 blot out agenda but didn't tone like questioning her about it.
"I'd be Thomas More than happy to aid you out. When's a adept time for you ? I'm uncommitted to the highest degree of the evening…"Thinking back to the night before he corrected himself."Actually I'm uncommitted any sentence after six o'clock tonight."She smiled blanket, making his heart skip a round 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 family ok ? My kinsfolk is a bit crazed."He flashed a smiling at the question, praying for her to say yes. He refused to take people back to his mansion. She returned the smiling and did a footling hop-skip in place.
"Yeah, that will work ! Here is my address… do you get your earphone ?"He passed it to her and she punched some keys, handing it back with an spread map application program and directions."I'll see you then. Thanks Michael !"She bounced off as he put the phone away. He dumped his tray with a smiling and made a beeline for the toilet. Just as he put one foot into the men's room he felt that familiar deal pull him backwards and button him to the paries. Just as had happened every day for the past schooling year he was faced with the five girls who made a pointedness to get to 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 torture. She was a knockout of a lady friend, a danseuse with one of the spicy organic structure in the school. Michael didn't gracility them with a smiling, he just tried to push past her and through the twins, wanting to get to the john and be done with them. This fourth dimension though candy didn't motion. He walked directly into her, not bothering to be active her with his manpower. He didn't expect her to twosome and let him walk directly into her, pressing her tits into his pectus and her expression into his neck. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back against the rampart.
"You don't get to ignore US. You are NOTHING"Candy looked directly at him and glared."Little prick !"
The last crease set Michael off. That was what Meredith called him. That was what Dana called him, among other matter. His father wasn't here to protect confect like he did the female child at Michael's house. He felt the anger he had held down so long in his gut boil up and over.
"Bitch."The watchword came out frigidity and steeled. He failed to detect Rose walking down the mansion towards her ally. Candy gasped and made to slap him again. This meter he moved on instinct, catching her deal before it was even halfway to his face. When her former hand came up to swat at him he caught that too. He spun her around, making certainly that the other three saw the force out he put into it. Grabbing both her wrists in one script he placed the former on her back and shoved hard. She flew forward, only Jenna and Bretagne saving her from slamming case first into the wall. Michael's face was a masquerade party of rage and pain, steel showing above everything else."You don't get to hit me. You don't get to call me a prick 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 wonk who can't do SHIT about you and your minuscule pinpricks. Now,"He looked at all of them, still not noticing Rose standing a little ways down the hall."get THE fucking out of my face, you CUNTS."Brittany, Jenna and Alice all ran towards the dejeuner square, leaving confect sitting on the land rubbing at her wrists. 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 awe and insecurity. His were metal, showing only debasement in them."I will piss damn sure that you don't get anywhere in this schoolhouse, or in your total GODDAMN life. Got me ?"She nodded and continued rubbing at her wrist."well. Now get the piece of ass 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 boundary of his vision readable. He stood and turned coming face-to-face with rose wine. One look at her facial expression and he knew she had seen everything. She had rent in her eyes, looking wounded. He couldn't find any Book to say, didn't have the energy to try and free his actions.
"What… What was that ?"Rose stepped back away from him as he took a frail 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 breast door. A muffled call came from inside. After a few minutes the door opened and Rose looked up at him with a looking at that went from happiness to cold-shoulder reverence to misgiving.
"What do you want Michael ?"
He tried to bug out the watchword but somehow he couldn't make it oeuvre. 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…"
"Candy and Alice are coming over soon. You should go before they see you."Rose shut the room access 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 door flew open fasting and hard as rose 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 mind anyway. ”