The start of another day at High School was pretty much the same for Mike. He was glad Brianna's desire for revenge on Angelica was out of the way. One thing that he found annoying was the fact that everyone kept looking at him and whispering. He thought it might have something to do with Angelica following him around, as she thought it'd make up for her actions.

"I can open the doors myself, Ang," Mike commented.

"I know," the blonde simply replied.

"Isn't your locker down the hall?"

"Well, I can deal with it when we're on the move to the first period."

"Suit yourself; I'm gonna put some shit in my locker. I'll wait here for you if you like," Mike sighed, opening his locker.

"Thanks, man," Angelica said, then she ran to her locker.

'If you think that's gonna get you my forgiveness, you're totally fucking wrong, Pickles,' the Purnomo guy thought.

He watched her go and then stored a few books in his locker. In a way, she really wanted to make up for what she's done. Brianna's still pissed at her for the incident, but after the park her firey vengence was partly put out. To Angelica, she felt her guilty conscience faded away every time she was with the dude. Mike wondered if it was time to forgive her. Though Angelica was really sincere about making it up to him as mentioned, he decided to postpone his forgiveness until he felt she desrved it.

"Thanks for waiting," Angelica said as she returned from her locker.

Mike just shrugged as he didn't feel like making any sort of conversation at the moment.

Later after school had ended, Mike walked home down his usual route. But he immediately stopped when three guys and a girl, all college aged, approached him from an alleyway.

"You seem a little lost, kid," one of them said to him.

'Okay, Mike... just try to remain calm; no need to get into an unneccessary brawl,' he thought. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," he said in a calm voice, trying to resist the urge to get engaged in a fight.

"You see, times are hard for us. Our parents don't help us as much to the point that we have to take such matters into our own hands. We don't have cash so we resort to threatening waklings such as you," the second guy said, who was the tallest and the most 'diplomatic' amongst the four of them.

"In other words, give us your money or we'll put you in a hospital bed," the third one threatened, pounding his fists. He was the muscles but not the brain.

Mike didn't bother taking a step back. He was used to this kind of situation back in Indonesia, which was way brutal than the four college bullies.

"First of all, I don't have money. Second of all, if you four fucks are gonna continue this, don't be surprised when I send you all in fucking hospital beds," Mike told them bravely.

"Give us what you've got and we'll let you go," the famale said to him, pulling out a dagger.

"If you're gonna use that on me, that blade's gonna come back to you, just so you know," Mike simply told her.

"Leave my friend alone you cowardly assholes!" a voice called. Mike turned to see a pissed off Angelica along with Chuckie standing about 20 meters away.

"Leave him alone or YOU will be the one in the hospital," she growled angrily, walking closer.

"Shut your mouth, bitch!"

"Hey, be polite to my girl!" Chuckie warned.

"Make me, dickhead!" Angelica narrowed her eye, ready to engage in a fight. So did Chuck

"Kill them!" the first one said.

At that, the trio got into an intense hand-to-hand combat with the four. Angelica's blood was at her boiling point, and there was an abundance af adrenaline pumping throughout her body. She engaged the tall dude and the female while Mike took care of the leader and Chuck took on the huge guy.

'1v1,' Mike thought, slicking his hair back.

"Let's get this over with," the leader said.

"My fuckin' sentiments excaclty," Mike replied.

The foe charged at him and began attacking, but Mike blocked his attacks and broke his right arm joint, then kicking him down. But the guy got back up and took out his gun, but Mike was quick enough and he disarmed him and meleed him from the bottom of the gun's grip.

"Shit... .357 Magnum," Mike commented, examining the gun, which was empty. He looked around at the four beaten opponents.

"Please... mercy..." the leader begged. "That gun's only used for scaring people; we never use it to shoot, I swear."

"I told you to back off. You should've listened," Mike simply replied as he kneeled down. There, he knocked the dude unconsious.

"I was worried you were gonna kill the dude," Chuckie told him.

"I'm a fighter, Finster. Not a killer. Besides, the last thing I need is to end up in jail for killing these four fucks."

"Were you always that good in combat?"

"Very," Mike answered. "In Indonesia we're very hardcore when it comes to fights like this, sometimes leading to death."

At that the famale managed to get back up in attempt to stab Mike. But he disarmed her, breaking her wrist and spun-kicking her. There he stabbed her right leg.

"Let's see how you like it," Mike told her. "I told you the blade was gonna come back." He knocked her out afterwards.

He looked at them both who were staring at him. "Think of it as just another threat, okay?" He discarded the gun and knife in a dumpster.

'He's so butal,' Angelica thought. "You okay, Mike?" she asked aloud.

"Yeah... thanks for the assist," Mike thanked both of them.

Angelica let a friendly grin. "My pleasure. Besides, being your bodyguards helps us keep us in shape, both physically and mentally."

"Bodyguard?" Mike asked.

"Well, you need protecting and we're happy to do it. It also helps both of our guilty consciences," Chuckie told him.

"Well, I'm very grateful for both of your assistance. Doing that has replaced some of the trust I had in you both," Mike simply told the pair.

"Thanks... I feel so much better," Angelica thanked.

"Me as well," Chuck added.

"Yeah," Mike simply replied. "Now let's get out of this bullshit."

They left the four bullies right there, two of them groaning in pain while the other two were knocked unconsious.