Michael endured his classes until lunch, the smile from the dawning's event lingering at the edges of his mouth. He talked animated in his classes, drawing the attention of several teachers. Once lunch came, he went about his pattern schedule, sitting at his lonely remit and surveying the gang of scholar. Halfway through his luncheon he was surprised to see one of his classmates, Zoë… something, heading straightaway for his table. She sat down succeeding to him, no tray or any vestige of dejeuner with her. She flashed a charming grin at him and waited for him to stop his tiffin until she spoke.
"What's up Zoë ?"Her smile was cute, hone teeth hiding behind backtalk shining with lip-gloss. She looked down at the foliage 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 company. I did, also… you know want to ask you if you could assist me with the maths prep later tonight. I understand if you cant but I really need to root for my gradation up."She glanced up at him every little bit as she talked, talking faster than convention, trying to be through with the whole conversation as quickly as possible. Michael sensed that there was some sort of veil agenda but didn't tone like questioning her about it.
"I'd be Thomas More than happy to serve you out. When's a good meter for you ? I'm available most of the evening…"mentation back to the Night before he corrected himself."Actually I'm useable any fourth dimension after six o'clock tonight."She smiled across-the-board, making his heart skip a beat as she dropped the leafage and stood up.
"auditory sensation respectable ! How about seven ? I get out of band exercise at six thirty so I can meet you… ?"
"Is your house ok ? My family is a bit crazed."He flashed a grinning at the question, praying for her to say yes. He refused to take up mass back to his planetary house. She returned the grinning and did a piddling 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 open map application and directions."I'll see you then. Thanks Michael !"She bounced off as he put the telephone away. He dumped his tray with a smile and made a beeline for the privy. Just as he put one metrical unit into the men's room he felt that familiar bridge player pull him backwards and push him to the bulwark. Just as had happened every day for the past school year he was faced with the five girls 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 confect, the orchestrator of his torture. She was a knockout of a daughter, a ballerina with one of the hottest body in the school. Michael didn't good will them with a grinning, he just tried to push past her and through the twins, wanting to get to the bathroom and be done with them. This meter though confect didn't move. He walked directly into her, not bothering to move her with his hands. He didn't expect her to duad and let him walk directly into her, pressing her breast into his chest 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 push aside US. You are nada"Candy looked directly at him and glared."picayune prick !"
The in conclusion line set Michael off. That was what Meredith called him. That was what Dana called him, among other thing. His Father of the Church wasn't here to protect Candy like he did the girls at Michael's house. He felt the angriness he had held down so long in his gut boil up and over.
"Bitch."The Holy Scripture came out cold and steeled. He failed to notice rose walking down the Charles Francis Hall towards her friends. candy gasped and made to slap him again. This metre he moved on instinct, catching her bridge player before it was even halfway to his font. When her former bridge player came up to swat at him he caught that too. He spun her around, making for sure that the other three saw the force he put into it. Grabbing both her articulatio radiocarpea in one hand he placed the other on her rachis and shoved hard. She flew forward, only Jenna and Brittany saving her from slamming face first into the paries. Michael's face was a mask of rage and pain, sword showing above everything else."You don't get to hit me. You don't get to call me a putz when you are the most purple cyprian in the FUCKING schooling. 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 SHIT about you and your trivial pinpricks. Now,"He looked at all of them, still not noticing pink wine standing a footling ways down the student residence."get THE ass out of my face, you CUNTS."Brittany, Jenna and Alice all ran towards the lunch square, leaving Candy sitting on the ground rubbing at her radiocarpal joint. Michael walked towards her and squatted in front of her.
"And if you ever mess up with me again…"Her center were like those of a scared animal, moist with awe and insecurity. His were alloy, showing only debasement in them."I will make damn sure that you don't get anywhere in this school, or in your intact GODDAMN life. Got me ?"She nodded and continued rubbing at her wrists."Good. Now get the screwing out of my sight."She got up and walked quickly down the manse, looking back at him with awe once or twice before she finally made it to the doors. Michael exhaled and felt the red at the edge of his vision clear. He stood and turned coming face-to-face with rose. One facial expression at her face and he knew she had seen everything. She had tears in her eyes, looking wounded. He couldn't find any Logos to say, didn't have the vigor to try and justify his actions.
"What… What was that ?"Rose stepped back away from him as he took a unaccented footprint forward. She turned and walked away, not looking back at all. Michael didn't try and go after her.

At four 30 Michael knocked on Rose's front door. A muffled birdsong came from inside. After a few bit the door opened and rosiness looked up at him with a look that went from happiness to slight fear to apprehension.
"What do you require Michael ?"
He tried to bulge the speech 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 fauna or anything like that. I…"
"Candy and Alice are coming over soon. You should go before they see you."Rose shut the threshold and left Michael standing there. He knocked again, harder this time.
"Michael, what the fuck ? Don't you get it you need to leave alone !"The room access flew open fast and grueling 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 musical theme anyway. ”