Luck and Love: I

Michael sat at the same table he sat at every single day for lunch. Everything was normal. He sat alone, his piercing blue eyes peering out from beneath his light brown hair, a few stray locks poking into his vision as he surveyed the crowd of people. There were a few that interested in, but very few. These were all his fellow students, high school kids who had nothing better to do than gossip during lunch. They were all doing absolutely nothing. Michael sighed and got up, dumping his Styrofoam tray into the trashcan before shouldering his backpack and heading off towards the bathrooms. He walked absent-mindedly down the halls towards the bathroom as he heard the sound of rampant female giggling from behind him. Michael groaned at the sound.
“Hey nerd!” Michael kept walking, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of getting to him. He attempted to enter the men’s bathroom as the five girls grabbed his backpack and dragged him backwards, his attempts at fighting back half heartedly contradicting the universal law about hurting women… even if they most likely weren’t human. He was pushed against the wall just across from the bathroom and fronted by the five girls, Candy, Brittany, Alice, Jenna and Rose. Candy, Brittany and Jenna were his classmates, juniors, while Alice the sophomore and Rose the freshman tagged along. The first three, the juniors, sneered at him while Alice attempted to do the same, constantly looking over at them and adjusting herself. Rose just stood in the back, looking at him with pity in her eyes. She had to laugh, had to keep their friendship, but through all of their encounters Michael knew that she was the nice one.
“You don’t get to ignore us like that, nerd! We are the alpha; you are just the bottom feeder. You LISTEN to us!” Candy stepped forward and slapped him, her hand leaving a stinging red mark on his face. At this the other girls didn’t even laugh. They simply gaped. If anyone, ANYONE saw that, Candy would be expelled. Physical contact of the confrontational kind was not tolerated at all. Michael simply kept his blank stare on and looked back at her. This, somehow, just made her even angrier.
“Stupid! Don’t even have the balls to fight back. Talk!” She put her face directly into his and just stared at him. If she hadn’t been such a bitch Candy would have been the wet dream of every guy in the school. Standing at five feet seven, she had wavy light chocolate hair down to her back and a pair of hazel brown eyes that could melt a heart. Her body was toned and muscular from dancing, and it was well known that she was a ballerina in her spare time.