BMC Oneshots and Short Stories

Apologizing

This is set some time after Michael In The Bathroom
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He could be dead. This is all your fault! You made me say those things to him, and now he could be gone! Jeremy shouted in his head.
The Squip just rolled his eyes in response, tired of Jeremy's attitude.
Optic Nerve Blocking off.
This revealed the boy in a bright red hoodie standing by his locker. Jeremy smiled as soon as he saw him, running up to him quickly.
"Michael!"
Michael turned around a hurt and angry look on his face. "What do you want?"
Jeremy stopped in front of Michael, the smile fading off of his face. "I-I wanted to apologize..! F-for the party a-and-"
"Apologize? After what you did to me?!" Michael said, making Jeremy flinch. "You left me at that party alone. You know I have social anxiety. You know that you are the only person I can trust.. Well.. could trust."
"M-Michael.. I-"
"Shut up Jeremy..!" Michael shouted, cutting Jeremy off. "I don't care about what you have to say..! You.. y-you abandoned me!"
His shouting drew the attention of the other students in the hallway, who now began gathering around them. Their chanting began to grow, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" ringing through the hallway. Jeremy stood there staring at Michael. He didn't want to hurt Michael. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He just wanted to apologize. Michael walked forward to Jeremy saying, "Don't try to apologize to someone as worthless as me.. It's pointless.." he said as he shoved Jeremy back.
Michael started to walked away but was turned around, his arms held behind his back. "Gah! Owowow!" Michael exclaimed in pain. He struggled against the jocks grip, tears forming in his eyes.
"C'mon Jer! Show this nerd who's boss!" the jock chanted.
The Squip told Jeremy to do it, but Jeremy stayed there frozen.
"Let go of me!" Michael cried, kicking at the jock before his arms were pulled tighter, causing him to cry out in pain.
Jeremy slowly approached them, Michael's eyes growing wide.
Crack
Michael fell to the floor as the jock grabbed his nose, which now was dripping blood and most likely broken.
"Don't touch him again." Jeremy said, a sharp edge to his voice. The crowd stared in shock, many people impressed with Jeremy's actions. The jocked backed away and ran off. Michael stared up at Jeremy, a shocked look on his face.
Who is this?
This isn't the Jeremy he knew. The Jeremy he knew would've run off to find help, or perhaps even punched him not the jock.
Why did he help me?
Michael snapped back to reality when he noticed Jeremy's hand outstretched towards him. Michael slowly took his hand, being pulled up by Jeremy.
"Are you okay?" Jeremy asked concerned.
"Y-yeah.. I'm f-fine.. Thank you.." Michael replied, internally cursing himself for stuttering.
"Of course..." Jeremy replied hesitating before saying, "Do you think we can talk this out now..?"
"Y-yeah.. Yeah, we can." Michael replied.

A.N.

I don't have any good ideas for how to continue this short story so please comment some suggestions!! Thank you!