He pushes me into the lockers, making me gasp. "A- Awsten, p- please," I gasp, panicking now. He smirks, knowing he has control over me. Fear flashes though my eyes and pulses though my veins. I wish he'd just leave me alone. Awsten, as in the dictator, bully but also Mr popular. But why did he always have to pick on me?

There no fanfics of Michael and Awsten so I thought I'd better make on