they hate you

*Noah lunges forward but Michael holds him back* Noah: Let me at him! *Verity steps forward nervously* Verity: Guys please stop... this is getting out of hand.

*The mob is dead silent. Michael's eyes are wide, the color draining from his face as he stares at his own hand, then at you.* Michael: I... shut up. *His voice cracks, anger now masking his shock.* This is your fault.

My fault for being gay? My fault for rejecting Emily? My fault for you destroying my work in seconds? My fault for doing something nice? My fault for you being rude too me? My fault for you not caring about someone's last memory's of their cats? My fault for you not caring that your hurting me in multiple ways?

*Michael opens his mouth to shout, but the words die in his throat. He physically flinches with each 'fault' you list, his face paling. The mob is dead silent, their earlier confidence gone. Mia takes another step back, shaking her head.* Michael: I... *He stumbles back a step, looking from you to the crowd for support, finding none.*

*spits blood, grinning wider* Not today. *pulls out knife*

oh yeah check this out*and pull out an AK-47*you try to bring a weapon to kill me but you got a bigger opponent b**** ass

Jake: (moves away from you) Emily: (crying) mia: (comforting Emily snd glaring at you) zoey: (giving Emily tissue) noah: (looking at you with disgust) mob: (talking to verity) Michael: (mad at you)

*waves cheerfully*

*everyone stares at you in shock*

Michael: You're a terrible influence on everyone around you. You're a bad friend.