Mike watched as the young man walked up to him, the way he clapped his hands and that smile making a frown form slowly creep up on his face. He could feel his left hand balling up into a fist ever so slightly, "What do you want Billy...?" The words seeped from his mouth with a touch of venom, adding to the effect that he seemed to take a defensive stance unintentionally. Every word that oozed from the boys mouth made Mike want to take a swing, maybe for the first time ever.<br/><br/>The mere mention of the boys father was enough to bring him to his peak, just a little more sending him off the deep end. Mike turned his head and spit on the field, taking a few quick steps toward Billy, his left hand coming up to push him sharply in the chest, not enough to knock him over but just enough to get his point across, "I already don't like you..." He growled at him, "Say another fucking word and I'll tear you apart." The emotion behind those words made no sign to cover up that Billy had struck a cord with the alleged "Golden Boy." The normal cool and calm demeanor was been ripped asunder and left to the dogs. He just barely caught himself before tipping over the edge, and it would be quite easy to push him the rest of the way right now. Not many people saw him get this way outside of games, this being quite the rarity.<br/><br/>Mike spit on the game field again and turned his back to Billy, grabbing his back pack and making his way back to the entrance.<br/><br/>(Terrible post x___x )