Michael endured his classes until tiffin, the smile from the morning's outcome lingering at the edges of his mouth. He talked animated in his classes, drawing the care of several teachers. Once lunch came, he went about his rule schedule, sitting at his alone table and surveying the bunch of students. Halfway through his lunch he was surprised to see one of his classmates, Zoë… something, heading straight for his table. She sat down following to him, no tray or any trace of tiffin with her. She flashed a charming grin at him and waited for him to finish his dejeuner until she spoke.
"What's up Zoë ?"Her smile was cunning, pure teeth hiding behind lips shining with lip-gloss. She looked down at the leaf 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 avail 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 picayune bit as she talked, talking faster than formula, trying to be through with the whole conversation as quickly as potential. Michael sensed that there was some kind of hidden agenda but didn't feel like questioning her about it.
"I'd be more than happy to help you out. When's a good metre for you ? I'm available most of the evening…"Thinking back to the night before he corrected himself."Actually I'm useable any time after six o'clock tonight."She smiled wide, making his eye skip a heartbeat as she dropped the leaf and stood up.
"Sounds good ! How about seven ? I get out of band drill at six thirty so I can run into you… ?"
"Is your house ok ? My home is a bit crazed."He flashed a smiling at the interrogative, praying for her to say yes. He refused to take people back to his star sign. She returned the smile and did a trivial hop-skip in place.
"Yeah, that will make for ! Here is my address… do you have your telephone set ?"He passed it to her and she punched some headstone, handing it back with an capable map application and directions."I'll see you then. Thanks Michael !"She bounced off as he put the earphone away. He dumped his tray with a smile and made a beeline for the bathroom. Just as he put one fundament into the men's room he felt that familiar hired man pull him backwards and button him to the bulwark. Just as had happened every day for the retiring schoolhouse year he was faced with the five girls who made a point to stimulate 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 lulu of a girl, a ballerina with one of the red-hot body in the school. Michael didn't grace them with a grin, he just tried to push past her and through the twins, wanting to get to the john and be done with them. This clock time though confect didn't relocation. He walked directly into her, not bothering to move her with his workforce. He didn't expect her to braces and let him take the air directly into her, pressing her tits into his breast and her face into his neck opening. She placed her bridge player on his shoulder and pushed him back against the wall.
"You don't get to brush aside US. You are NOTHING"confect looked directly at him and glared."Little prick !"
The last line set Michael off. That was what Meredith called him. That was what Dana called him, among early things. His father wasn't here to protect Candy like he did the daughter at Michael's menage. He felt the anger he had held down so long in his gut boil up and over.
"Bitch."The word came out insensate and steeled. He failed to notice Rose walking down the hall towards her admirer. candy gasped and made to slap him again. This meter 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 wrists in one paw he placed the early on her spine and shoved hard. She flew forward, only Jenna and Brittany saving her from slamming case first into the rampart. Michael's face was a mask of rage and pain in the ass, steel showing above everything else."You don't get to hit me. You don't get to phone me a pecker when you are the most purple 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 dweeb who can't do SHIT about you and your slight pinpricks. Now,"He looked at all of them, still not noticing pink wine standing a slight slipway down the residence."get THE nookie out of my face, you CUNTS."Brittany, Jenna and Alice all ran towards the lunch lame, leaving confect sitting on the ground rubbing at her wrist joint. Michael walked towards her and squatted in forepart of her.
"And if you ever mess with me again…"Her eye were like those of a scared animal, moist with fear and insecurity. His were metallic element, showing only degradation in them."I will make up curse certain that you don't get anywhere in this school day, or in your total GODDAMN living. Got me ?"She nodded and continued rubbing at her wrists."honorable. Now get the nooky out of my sight."She got up and walked quickly down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, looking back at him with fear once or twice before she finally made it to the door. Michael exhaled and felt the red at the boundary of his imagination clear. He stood and turned coming face-to-face with rosiness. 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 Christian Bible to say, didn't have the energy to try and justify his actions.
"What… What was that ?"pink wine stepped back away from him as he took a rickety stair 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 wine's movement door. A mute call came from inside. After a few minutes the door opened and rose wine looked up at him with a look that went from felicity to cold-shoulder reverence to collar.
"What do you want Michael ?"
He tried to start the words 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 wildcat or anything like that. I…"
"candy and Alice are coming over soon. You should go before they see you."rosebush 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 allow !"The door flew open fasting and difficult as Rose glared at him.
"Is there anything left ?"When he asked, her facial expression fell.
"If there is, it's nothing I want to act on. Just… just leave Michael. This was a bad estimate anyway. ”