Tragic Hell Life (MichaelxReader)

Stripping Pole

Michael's POV

My eyes widened and my heart stopped beating for a second. Flashbacks were on my mind when I saw his face. The time I remembered him sexually harassing Y/N when it was Evan's Birthday. I thought I wouldn't see him again since I left the neighborhood.

I pulled Y/N and Samantha's arms and brought us back inside the school and went to the janitor's closet. It's a miracle the janitor wasn't there, he was mostly lazy so he isn't on his working days.

Samantha: Dude, what was that for?

Y/N: Yea.. are you okay?

Samantha: You have a strong grip too, my arm hurts haha..

Michael: I'm.. sorry about that.

Samantha: Just answer Y/N's question

Michael: Oh.. yea I'm fine; just saw someone in my past.

Y/N: Who was it?

Michael: Terrance.

I noticed Y/N's eyes slowly dripping tears. I hugged him/her and started brushing his/her hair with my hand. I don't wanna lie to Y/N. I trust him/her so much. Y/N buried his/her face in my chest. It's cute.

Samantha: Who the hell is Terrance and why is Y/N crying?

Michael: I'll tell you later, but for now, we need to go home.

Samantha: Damn why? I asked for Wendy's or something.

Michael: Let's do it for another time.

Samantha's POV

Who is Terrance? I wanna know who He or She is because it made Y/N cry without any reason. Is the Terrance guy a bully or something? I have so many questions, but I need to help Michael and Y/N since I am Y/N's sidekick and Best friend.

Michael told me to open the door and look if someone is outside the school hall. I did see someone, Teen guys. Michael told me the details about Terrance.

 He has some kind of 80's bully hairstyle. More like Michael's hairstyle but a bit longer, the color is dark blonde and he always has his school uniform tied on his waist. Looks a lot like a gangster.

Well from the looks of it, that is probably the Terrance guy Michael is talking about. Terrance has two other teen guys with him, probably his friends. Michael never told me about them but they look like bullies.

I confronted them.

Samantha: Hey there..!

Terrance: Hey cutie, what's up?

Seriously, I practiced this good first impression on him and now he sounded like a jerk already. No wonder Y/N cried, this guy is probably a perverted jerk.

Samantha: Uh.. wanna hang out today..!? Just far away from school!-

Terrance: Sure, where do you wanna go?

Kaden: Hey Terrance, I booked us a motel. They even have fucking stripping dance poles in there. It's just 14km away from the school.

Joseph: Damn they have stripping poles? I'm in!

Stripping poles? What is that for-? Are they strippers or something-

Kaden: Let's bring her with us then.

Terrance: What's your name?

Samantha: My name is Samantha.

Joseph: Cute name if you would ask me.

Samantha: Thank you kind sir!

Joseph: No need to be all formal sweetheart.

I wasn't being formal, I just said that because I barely know your name.

Samantha: Hey? I'll be right back, I need to go to the bathroom.

Kaden: Sure.

I ran to the bathroom and called Michael.

"Hey Michael! I distracted them, that other guy said he'll invite me in a motel with a stripping pole. Are they strippers? You never told me about them."

"Motel? Stripping pole? what do you mean??"

"Yea, they're probably strippers. That shit ain't good either. I feel you bro-"

"No! Don't go with them! They aren't strippers, they're gonna rape you, so don't follow them!"

"Rape me..?" "Then why didn't you tell me?, They already convinced me!"

"Then don't go back to them okay??"

"Don't worry!, My Dad taught me how to fight perverted guys, I'll just kick their asses when they land a single touch on me!"

"You sure..?" "I wouldn't fight them if I were you, you might end up with a black eye."

"Then I'll end up with a black eye!" "You and my Best friend needs help!, Of course I'll help"

"Fine.. just p-please be careful."

"No need luck for me mate, I'LL BEAT THEM UP FOR HURTING YOU AND MY FRIEND"

I hanged up the phone and I went outside the bathroom to see them again. To be honest..

I don't even know how to fight.