"Michael Mell is Kinky as Hell"

Part Three/ Hey...

     "Michael, what the hell?!"
{T.W.}: Mentions of slight slut shaming and graphic language.

Michael took a few steps into the lunch room. He took a shaky breath and started to cautiously make his way to the table. Gaining a bit of confidence, he started to walk a bit faster to the table.

'Just a few mo-' Michael's thoughts were cut off when he tripped by someone swinging their foot to purposely make him fall. He turned his head to see who tripped him, and fear went through his whole body. A popular kid tripped him. Kurt tripped him. He had his gang was with him too and his best friend, Ram. Great. (Heathers, anyone?)

"It's you. The rumour of the whole school." He snarled, looking at Michael disgusted. He stood up, towering above him.

"What brings a hoe like you in the cafeteria? Sure, there's other sluts laying around here," Kurt said, eyeing someone who had a blue uniform on. "But you're the worst out of all of them. Finger-fucking in front of a screen?!" He yelled, laughing.

"There's other sources of entertainment in the world instead of fucking yourself! Go live your life being popular and being a man!" Kurt said, flexing his muscles.

"Instead of being a gay, hoe, loser." He spat, kicking Michael in the stomach. Michael spat out blood as he tried to escape from him. His stomach ached as he scrambled away from Kurt, getting yelled names from his gang and him, of course.

He got to the table and looked at everybody there. He saw Christine trying to hold back Rich and Jake, Jenna with her phone out, Brooke and Chloe staring at the table and Michael, and Jeremy looking at Michael in sadness.

'Did they... did they see what happened?'

Notes:
This chapter sucked.
Meh.
Whatever.