You can Bet on Me

Part 9 ~ Bullied (3)

Maddison
I wasn't sure if I should've been concerned or scared. Michael wasn't at class. Neither were the four girls I told him about. I bit my nail as the teacher began talking about whatever and wondered what happened. What Michael did. What he had planned to do. What had happened at all. All those things clouded my mind as Mrs Hending continued to talk words that were distant and unheard to me.
As soon as class was over for the day, I quickly packed up my stuff and practically ran out just to crash into Leo.
"Sorry," I quickly apologized, flitting my eyes around the area behind him to see if I could find Michael somewhere in the crowd. To my dwindling disappointment, I didn't see him anywhere and I looked back up to Leo, who was still standing in front of me. "Uh, do you know where Michael is?"
"He would be at basketball practice around this time," Leo replied. With a smirk, had added, "why'd you want to know?"
"None of your business," I snapped. "Where's the practice at?"
"You shouldn't be rude to someone you're asking help from," he grinned.
"Never mind, you're hopeless. I'll find it myself." I pushed past him and before I could get far, he said from behind me, "down the corridor in the basketball court."
"Thanks," I called back, not turning around as I broke into a jog. The jog was cut off abruptly by the sheer amount of people in the hallway, talking and chatting. I had to push past students and teachers to reach the end of the corridor and had a smaller struggle to get through to the basketball court. As soon as I burst into the court, my eyes flew straight to Michael. If I hadn't known any better, I would've said that he didn't do anything. But I know he did something.
"Hey bro, your girlfriend's here," someone yelled out, and Michael turned around as I marched up to him. As soon as I reached him, I breathed out. I would control my emotions until I found out exactly what he did.
"What... did you do?" I asked hesitantly, unsure if I wanted to know the answer or not, but forcing myself to stay still and wait for his reply.
"Nothing," he grinned, as if nothing had ever happened.
"No, I know you did something. What did you do?" I repeated, taking a step towards him. He grinned, and frustration built up inside of me.
"Nothing. I only talked to them. I managed to resolve the problem with them peacefully," he replied. Even I could tell that he was lying. When did he ever resolve something peacefully?
"Tell me," I said flatly. "Both you and I know that's not what you did, don't we?"
"I've been caught," he put his hands up in a playful surrender. "I did nothing to them, I swear. But they won't bother you anymore."
"See that's how I know – you did something; you definitely did something." Just what? I wondered as Michael kept on grinning at me and refusing to answer my questions.
"Michael! Practice starts now, so get your pretty little girlfriend out of here," a rough voice boomed, and I supposed that it was the coach. I shot Michael a glare before turning around and leaving. I would find out later.
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