Thread: We Have A School Audience Now ~[Me & Skye Pilot]

Micah had always been the class bully, for as long as anyone could remember. Even in the first few years of school, he had made himself well known as the resident troublemaker. It had all started out simply enough, pushing kids out of line to take their spot, teasing, name calling, and things that all kids do when young. But, as the years went on, the teasing had turned into fights on more than one occasion, with Micah almost always the victor. If he ever lost in a fight, he would always win in the rematch. Once high school hit though, things only got worse as he discovered girls. His harsh taunting and teasing fell onto them more than the other boys, though there was still plenty of time to harass them too. Now in his senior year, and having been suspended more times from school than he had fingers the previous year, he was definitely looking forward to an interesting year. Pixie had moved in with Micah and his parents late in the last school year. He was not very excited about them taking in a foster child like that. He did his best to try and make things difficult for his parents to do so, but all of his plans fell through... although he was sure he had made the social worker wet his pants when he came to visit... his parents only saving grace of the matter was that the worker had come to visit near the end of October. Even before he laid his eyes on the girl, he knew he wouldn't like her. Micah heard she was this shy, reclusive girl... the opposite of him... maybe that's why his parents decided to take her in. Once she arrived at the house, he made it his goal to torment and make her life even worse than it was. He knew she would never tell on him, because the repercussions of that would make her hurt, in multiple ways. Early on in the summer though, Micah started to devise a plan. He would make Pixie his own little servant girl. At first, he only told her to get him things... water, a soda, a snack... anytime she refused he would slap her face. Each time she refused, he would only smack her harder. Soon enough, she got the idea. Anytime she threatened to tell, he would just come back and threaten her life. By July, he was telling her what to wear. It was a lovely little relationship, but Micah was developing a taste for more. Micah was already running late for class, not that he really cared to much. It was nearly expected of him to be late on a regular basis. As he trudged through the hall, he saw Pixie standing beside a locker, talking to some guy... most likely hitting on her. Pixie was his , and no one would take that from him. Stepping up behind her, Micah gave the guy a cold stare, almost snarling at him. Shut up, Pixie, Micah growled, as she tried to get him to step down. He was ready for a fight already, before the first day had even gotten underway. This punk was hitting on you, wasn't he? Micah demanded. Not waiting for a response, he pushed the guys chest hard, making him tumble back. Micah stepped forward, taking the ground. Obviously scared, the guy gathered his things, and took off for his own classes. Chuckling happily to himself, and shaking his head, he turned his attention towards Pixie. Standing in front of her, with her back toward the lockers, Micah pressed himself tight against her body. Cupping her chin with one hand, pressing his strong body against her thin frame, he looked down upon her with scorn. Forcing her look up, he growled at his step-sister. Did you forget so soon, Pixie? This hasn't stopped just because the summer is over... you are mine ... he hissed through clenched and tensed teeth, some saliva speckling and spraying against her face. With his other hand, he gave a smack to her cheek, hard enough to string, but not loud enough to draw attention. He slammed her harder into the lockers with force enough to make the entire row rattle. Micah hissed, whispering into her ear hotly. You're lucky I don't cram you into your locker right now... Letting her go, short on time, he continued on. You will commit to me... you will be mine... Micah growled, giving one last push to the lockers, smacking her head to the metal. Letting go like she was garbage, he went off to his classes, plotting and planning their after-school activities with a smirk.