I was wrong. Finding a friend isn't the solution to the mess I call my life. Nothing is.
It's been five hours since my first friend recovered from the knockout headbutt delivered by Dean. Richards now has an ugly swelling ruining his otherwise handsome face. But he hasn't left my side, yet.
I have done my best to nurse his ego after that dreadful incident. But he adamantly insisted on staying in the infirmary even after the nurse cleared him to leave. He must be embarrassed to show his damaged face after what happened. So I took a seat on the egde of his bed.
I wish I'm the one who took that blow, because unlike Richards, I 'm used to shame.
I have tried a few tactics to make him forget it all. But you know I'm a bit of a sociopath. What I'm saying is I haven't had enough experience
