Chapter 5 - The little Corps

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"Hey uh Wesely." I tapped his shoulder from behind to get his attention.

"Oh hey (Y/n), what's up?", he asked as he turned his body towards me.

"Have you seen Michael? We wanted to meet up for lunch at the cafeteria", I stated and looked around, trying to find the familiar dirty blonde hair.

"You do know that he hates you, right?", he asked me with an eyebrow raised. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Yea yea, very funny. But seriously, did you see him?"

"Last I saw him torturing some animals outside like always, that damn weirdo."

I smack the back of his head and glared at him, which made him immediately shut up. A sigh escaped my lips as I made my way towards the backdoors of the cafeteria, which lead outside to the playground. I scanned every inch of the area with my eyes until they landed on the boy, who I tried to find the whole time.

"Michael!", I yelled and waved over to him as he turned his head my way. The reaction he gave me though was rather cold and very hateful. His once so calm eyes were filled with pure hatred and despise, which was In fact very worrying me. His head instantly shoot towards the ground again as soon as his eyes met mine.

Confused by his reaction I made my way towards him, he could've had a bad day after all. I know how it's like to have a bad day and I can't judge him for his actions, if that was the case here.

"You're ok, Mikey?"

"Don't call me that!", He hissed out and sprang up to his feet. My eyes landed on the corps laying in front of him. He killed a rabbit, or maybe has found it like that, which I hoped to be just a stupid situation. He was at the wrong place at the wrong time, I guess. I had the feeling that thr eyes of the Rabbit were watching me, which send goosebumps all over my spine and my eyes got a bit glassy. I hoped it wasn't his doing.

Michael follows my gaze and then kicked the corps away like it was some sort of football. This made me cringe a little bit as the corps made some crunch noise as it landed on a rock.

"I killed it." Was the only reply I received from Michael as the silence between us started to get awkward. My eyes widden at his reply though. He said it like it wasn't a big deal for him or any Human being, which would be ridicules to think like that.

"Y-you killed it?", I questioned as I pointed at the rabbit ,not to far away from us, with a shaking finger.
He shrugged with a satisfied smile and stiffed his hands in his pockets of his jeans.

"W-Why would you d-do that?", I asked, starting to get a bit afraid of him and actually took a few small steps away from him, to keep my distance to him. I don't wanna end up like the rabbit after all.

"I always do that when I'm angry and it's....fun?", he stated it more like a question at the end, though it seemed more like as statement which made my blood go ice cold. I grew more and more nervous around him.

"M-Michael...you scare me."

"Why should I care huh? It's not like I'm trying to impress a bitch like you or something."

"What did you just call me?" He may be upset about something, but this doesn't give him the right to call me such title.

"You heared me, or are you that fucking stupid to not understand such simple words?!", he said hissing and spat those words out like poison. Something inside me cracked and it wasn't my sanity. It was my heart. It felt like he ripped my heart out and stomped on it till oblivion, guess I had a crush on Michael freaking Myers.

The face of Michael suddenly soften and regret started to break threw the wall of hatred that has covered his eyes seconds ago. I touched my cheek as it began to feel cold on such warm day and instantly knew why his expression had changed. Single tears rolled down my finger and more threaten to spill out any second. Michael opened his mouth, but no words followed after his statement seconds ago and then I made my decision. I turned my back to him, and walked away. He didn't chase after me, didn't call out for my name, which made my decision a whole lot easier. He doesn't like me, he hated me for some reason and this means, that we are no friends and enemies for a lifetime.

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