"Ugh!" Angel exclaimed, "I'm sick of this-this waiting! Just for some stupid grades! I know I failed anyway."

Angel didn't seem like the type that would get this stressed out about grades - and normally he wouldn't - but he didn't want to get kicked out again. You see, Angel is a foster kid. He's gone to several boarding schools, public schools, Catholic schools, even a military school once. But every time he was kicked out. But here he had friends, he wasn't popular, but he had friends. Friends that stopped him from doing stupid things and that did stupid things with him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Sam, "Angel." He said, sternly. He was basically the mom of their group, he seemed to always be the one that regulated everyone else's irresponsible behavior. Sam was about to continue when Michael burst into the room, his longish hair tangled and his face and legs smudged with dirt, grime, and... something else Angel thought might be blood. If it was it wouldn't even be a surprise, Mike was always getting into fights and doing other stupid things - like climbing a basketball hoop and trying to do a backflip off of it. Sam sighed when he saw him.

"Mike," he said cautiously "Why are you covered in whatever you're covered in?" Angel had already retrieved a First-Aid kit and washcloth from the nurse's office to clean him up.

"First, you guys have to understand, I didn't do it on purpose."

Angel rolled his eyes, "You say that every time you do something ignorant, dumbass."

He handed Mike the rag and crouched in front of him so he could patch up the cut in his knee.

"You know, he has a point." Sam re-entered the conversation with a pointed look towards Michael, he then turned on Angel. "And you watch your language mister, we're still in school."

Angel rolled his eyes again muttering what sounded like "It's not even that bad of a word, honestly, you're such a mom."

Sam decided to ignore that comment and continue with the matter at hand, "Mike, I think you should tell us exactly what you did," He paused making sure he had Mike's attention "and how you're going to fix it."

* * * Time Skip 5 Minutes * * *

"So basically you flirted with a hot, popular girl and didn't realize that she was taken." Angel started, sounding unimpressed. "And then in recompense you let her boyfriend hit you, and then offered Jace - the quarterback - a date with someone attractive." Mike nodded sheepishly.

"I can't believe this! Who are you going to convince to go on a date with him?! Any girl you ask will think you're being a lying douchebag!" Sam was irritated, possibly even angry at what Mike had done.

"They won't be totally wrong in that assumption," Angel muttered.

"Hey! Rude!" Mike protested.

Sam stopped the two with a sharp look and a quick "Cut it out you two."

Mike rolled his eyes and said, "Oh you might want to know that-"

"Unless it has something to do with me I don't want to hear it." Angel cut him off.

"Actually, it does have something to do with you."

"Why does it have something to do with me?" Angel asked, sounding a mixture of bored and irritated.

"Because..." Mike trailed off.

"Because what Mike?" Sam asked, encouragingly.

"Okay first, Angel, you have to promise not to hurt me." Did he sound...scared?

"Okay... I promise, then." Angel was hesitant, he wasn't stupid. He knew something was going on and he didn't trust it for a minute.

"Okay, so I wasn't being entirely truthful to you...I didn't promise him a date with someone attractive...." He paused looking down to the floor and mumbling "I promised him a date with you."

Angel's first reaction was to try to hit Michael, luckily he managed to dodge and Angel hit a wall instead. His second reaction, once the realization finally sunk in, was to try hitting him again. This time Sam stepped in, "Angel, calm down it won't help now." he said soothingly.

Angel smirked, "So you're saying it would've worked if I had done it earlier?"

Sam sighed, "If that makes you feel better then, yes. That's what I'm saying."

"Okay, now to the matter at hand," Angel said sounding more lighthearted "I'm not attractive?!" He put his hand over his heart in fake offense and his mouth was hanging open in pretend shock.

Sam choked on air, clearly surprised. Michael started laughing his head off, rolling around on the carpeted floor.

A/N ~ Okay, what do you think? I think I suck at writing but ya know, don't we all? Anyway, plz vote and comment! 

Word Count: 773

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Edited: 5.18.19