"Pathetic." Michael says, his backpack strap slung over his shoulder. His green eyes watching every little movement. "And they even say you're going to take my place." He says, giving a small laugh and leaving.

It seemed that his target was just you, the others he just gave mocking looks, but with you, he just needed to spit in your face. Petty, arrogant and narcissistic. This was Michael Abron, his rival and... crush.