"Kaitlyn?" Someone asked, making the group turn around and find Jeff and Evan.
"Jeff? Evan? What... Why are you here?" Mike asked, walking over to them with wide eyes.
They both were shocked at the sight of Randy fixing up a bruised Kaitlyn, but Jeff answered quietly. "We have you chipped, Mikey. When we couldn't find you, we decided to check where you were. Because you don't usually go anywhere alone, we decided to investigate."
Mike nodded, then registered the fact that he was chipped. "Wait! You guys can track me?"
At least Evan and Jeff had the decency to blush, but before either could answer, Randy, John, and Sheamus were beside them, Randy carrying Kaitlyn bridal style.
"Forget about you friends stalking you, Mike, and let's get Kaitlyn to my house. My mom's a doctor and she'll be able to check out what I couldn't." Randy told him.
Mike nodded, then turned to his friends once more, "How did you get here?"
"Mark's bike. He lent it us after some... convincing on our part." Evan answered, worried about Kaitlyn as Randy placed her in the car.
Mike frowned a little, knowing that Mark wouldn't give up his ride without any kind of threats, but wasn't allowed to say anything as Randy said, "Jeff, just follow my car. Mike, if you think it fit, call Riley and tell him what happened."
Mike nodded, hugged both his friends, then went inside the car and started to call Alex.
"Hey, Alex?" He asked, biting the bottom of his lip. "... We've got a small problem..."
On Monday, after Randy's mom had taken care of Kaitlyn and Mike was sure his friends could refrain Alex from killing Dolph, he went to the top of the hill beside the football field where Randy, John, and Sheamus always ate lunch. When he got there, he founds his three friends with their shoulders tense and seeming like they were ready to attack.
Upon further inspection, he found out the reason why they were tense. AJ, Dolph, Brock, and AJ's Gorilla of a best friend, Big E. Langston, were standing there, sick smirks in place.
"I'm not one to run from a fight, AJ. Don't think because you brought a mindless idiot, a selfish jackass, and your ass wipe of a best friend that means any of us are running." Randy growled, glaring intensely at the girl.
While most people would've withered away because of the glare, AJ only smirked evilly and said, "Well, Randal, you should know that I'm not one to share toys. And Mike is one of those toys."
Mike's eyes widened at this statement, but before he could even gasp, AJ was motioning her lackeys to attack. They all did so, Big E. taking Sheamus while Dolph tried to choke Randy.
"No!" Mike screamed as he saw Brock head straight for John's arm, most probably to break it once more.
His scream grabbed AJ's attention, and she found the one person she had always wanted. She skipped over to him, not even caring if her boys got hurt in the process of fighting for her, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Oh, Mikey, don't worry. Just let my guys punish the bad, bad men and we'll be together forever." AJ crooned, digging her face into his chest.
Mike looked down at her with a mix of shock and disgust, and was about to ask what was wrong with her, but a scream of pure pain cut him off. He looked over with wild eyes, only to find Sheamus on the floor, clutching his leg, while Big E. stood over him with a steel chair in hand.
"Sheamus!" Mike yelled, and without even thinking, he threw AJ away and ran to attack the dark skinned teen.
Big E. was cut off guard at Mike attacking him without any reservations, allowing Mike to pry the chair from his hands and manage to land a few blows to his head. But that was all, for Big E. grabbed Mike's hand when he tried to land a punch to his face.
"Honestly, Mizanin." The heavily-muscled teen said as he raised the boy's hands above his head, making the smaller start thrashing around. "I don't know what AJ sees in you. But if you make her happy, I'm making sure you're hers." And with that Mike was thrown to the side like a rag doll, rolling down the steep hill because he wasn't able to stop himself.
"Mike! Cover your head!" He heard someone yell, but the sound was garbled up as his head was smack repeatedly against the floor.
"Mike!" He was sure that he heard Sheamus scream, but he wasn't able to make sure before his head smacked against a rock and the darkness completely overtook him.
Up on the hill, the fight had stopped as Mike's body rolled down, only for it to stop on the bottom, blood oozing from the head. "Mike!" Sheamus screamed once more, scrambling to the edge to see if what he had just seen was true.
"Biggie! What did you do? I told you to not hurt him!" AJ screeched as she ran to the edge, also peering at Mike's body.
"I'm sorry, AJ. I thought he would at least be strong enough to protect himself from the hill." Big E. spoke indifferently, not caring about Mike's well being at all.
"You fucking bastard!" Sheamus yelled, only seeing red as he lunged at the bigger teen, ready to raise hell.
Luckily, John and Randy stopped him before he could incite another fight, and teachers started arriving.
"What in Great Scott is going on?" Mr. Foley asked as he rushed over to the group, seeing most of the boys with bruises and scrapes.
"He killed Mike! That jackass killed Mike!" Sheamus yelled, tears falling as he fell to his knees, suddenly not feeling any more strength.
"What?" Mrs. Young asked, and both teachers ran to the edge to see the body on the bottom.
Some of the kids that had been playing football had found it, and were now trying to decide what to do. "Who's this?" A cheerleader, Maryse, asked.
"I think that's Mizanin." A Mexican student, Rey, answered. "Oh my God, someone call an ambulance." He said as he noticed the blood, then rushed to Mike's side to place pressure on the wound.
"Cara, do it now." He said, commanding his best friend, whom he called Cara, to do so.
The boy nodded and went to the side, calling an ambulance to get here as soon as possible.
"Stephen, you're leg is broken. John, you're arms broken. Randy, I don't know what you have that isn't broken, so please, stop trying to get down to Mike!" A new teacher, Kevin Nash, growled as he tried to keep the Irishman down. "Mr. Foley is already down there, so just please wait until the ambulance arrives."
Randy and John both stopped trying to leave the hill and get down to their friend, knowing that Mr. Nash was one scary guy, but Stephen didn't stop until the medics arrived and took him away under sedatives. When he was finally able to get up, Mr. Nash glared at the four students in front of him, then motioned to the office.
"Mr. McMahon's office... Now." He growled, barely able to contain his anger.
He was used to fights in this school, seeing how most of the students were very athletic, but he never imagined that one of his students could ever do something like... Murder...
"I said now." He said in a more commanding tone once none of the teens moved, and that sure got them running away. "Don't let anything happen to that boy, God... Don't let anything worse happen to any of these kids."
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