Today, I woke up feeling angry and guilty.
Angry about the fact that Nick tried to pin his girlfriend's death on Miles. And guilty about how I shouted at him yesterday.
I even called him a sick bastard.
Urghhh!
I kept on hitting my head on my locker repeatedly.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Chloe shouts as she places her hand on my head so I wouldn't hit it again. "Why are you hurting your pretty head?" She questions me and I turn to her.
"Nick and I had a fight last night." I open my locker.
"You did?" I nod. "What was it about?"
"It's not really important, but the fact here is that I feel guilty." I close my closer and start to walk to class.
I'm having Maths first today, and that's seriously not helping matters.
"Why? Is it your fault the fight started?"
"No, but I called him a sick bastard."
"Oof."
"And I haven't seen him all morning to apologize."
