Mike's eyebrows raised when Olivia told them about her friend, Patty. Everything she said might as well have been a slap in the face, knowing good and well, of all people, Patty would be the last to run off with Billy. Just as Olivia said. "Something's not right..." He mumbled to himself, rubbing the knuckles on his right hand where he had hit the brick wall, known as Billy, earlier. His entire body ached though he was dealing with it a lot better than most would, but he'd give anything for something to ease the pain a little. Mike watched Esther's feet as she walked to a beam a little further down from them. He shook his hand a little when she held her pipe up, giving her a motion that he didn't care. After having been around one of his friend's brothers (graduated when they were sophomores), he learned a bit about the drug, knowing enough to realize it was harmless unless you got caught with it.<br/><br/>He twisted his torso just a little and his face turned a pale white, the pain stabbing him in the side. He let out a deep breath which seemed to shake slightly, though didn't make another sound. He made a point not to move unless he had to from that point on. It was just seconds after this when Esther pointed out how he was acting, a frown showing up on his face again, "None taken..." He mumbled, glancing at her when she offered him the bowl, shaking his hand to turn it down though was coaxed by her next comment. He wouldn't even need the detox from what he understood, knowing good and well it would leave his system after thirty  days, if not sooner with his metabolism.<br/><br/>He took in a deep breath and slowly stood up, growling slightly as he stood up straight, walking over and taking the bowl and lighter. He paused for a second, glancing at them both before he put the pipe to his lips and lit a corner, surprisingly enough knowing of smoking etiquette. He wanted to do nothing more than cough after he took a decent hit, though resisted the urge knowing good and well that if he did he'd be rolling on the ground before long. He handed the pipe back to her, one doing the trick. He held in the smoke for a few seconds, staring at Esther as she made the comment about having the football player. He nodded faintly, letting the smoke out of his lungs easily.<br/><br/>He started back to the trash can when he paused, his sides burning. "I always took Billy to be a scrawny bastard..." He growled a little as he twisted his arms around and grabbed the sides of his hoody, pulling it up to his chest. His torso was perfectly chiseled, though it was littered with purple blotches up and down both of his sides, "He did this shit on the field..." He swallowed the spit in his mouth, along with his pride, "I hit him as hard as I could three times and all I did was hurt myself..." He dropped his hoody back down, making his way back to the trash can, "The only thing I did to him was bust his lip and break his glasses..." He shook his head, still in disbelief, saying all of these things almost just to see if someone else could make sense of it all. "He didn't even budge a fucking inch when I hit him..." Of everyone in the school Mike was probably the number one guy not to fuck with, and everyone knew it... If anyone else saw it happen they'd have to get it on tape before anyone else would believe it.