"Michael Mell is Kinky as Hell"

Part Four/ Guilt

     "Jer?"
Michael bit his lip. He has never seen his friends act like this before. His heart raced as he felt a sudden sting of pain go through him. That's right, he forgot, he was injured. He hugged his sides, whimpering as he felt the pressure of his arms press against his stomach. Right. He was kicked there.

While Michael was standing there in pain, Jeremy had managed to inch closer to the boy. He put a hand on his shoulder and wiped off the blood with his other hand, completely ignoring the fact that Michael was trying to tell him that he was fine. Jeremy looked down at Michael's clothed stomach before looking back up at him.

"Micha, can I check out your stomach?" He asked awkwardly. Michael shook his head no.

"I'm fine." He lied, trying to avoid eye contact with Jeremy. Jeremy let out a small sigh, he didn't believe him, but he decided not to bring it up.

"... Are you hungry?" He questioned. Michael nodded, looking at the floor. Jeremy slid his hand off of Michael's shoulder, snatching his bag from his chair. He unzipped it and took out another sandwich, putting it close to Michael.

"I know this isn't what you usually like to eat, but uh... I hope you like it." He said, his voice cracking mid sentence. Michael took the sandwich, thanking Jeremy. Jeremy smiled slightly, starting to walk to the table, gesturing Michael to join him. Michael cracked a smile, following Jeremy.

If Michael was going to be honest, he would never imagine to be sitting with "The popular kids TM". If he ever were to sit with them before the S.Q.U.I.P. incident, he would probably get shooed away or teased. But this time, these kids actually genuinely cared about him and Jeremy. The losers of the school. He was still shocked that he would ever become good friends with them.

Michael was snapped out of his thoughts when Rich yelled,
"Michael, what the Hell wath (Lisp) that?!"
Making him flinch and snap back to reality.

"Rich, be more chill, he could be really sensitive with this topic and you don't need to snap at him!" Brooke chimed. Chloe nodded in agreement, shooting a look at Rich. Rich sighed, looking down at the floor.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm thorry (Lisp)." He forced out. He honestly wanted to know what was going on, he hated waiting for answers ESPECIALLY when it came to his friends. A sigh escaped Rich's lips as he took a glance at Michael.

But what the hell happened?

Word Count: 431

Notes: Do you guys like Rich's lisp or not? Should I keep writing him with the Lisp?