Soon enough we arrived home, and I wasn't actually too late, in fact—I'd say I came right on time. But that meant another day of school tomorrow, and now I wasn't sad or heartbroken. I care less now when I think about everything that's going on at school; I mean it doesn't really matter anymore.
I arrived at school the next morning, seeing every second of people passing by, talking to Greg and doing handshakes with him. He was definitely the new man in town in this school, but even then I was still not sure what was going to happen between him and me.
I didn't want to give up on him, but I didn't want to see my friend turn into an enemy of mine, either; that would just hurt too much. Maybe I should try talking to him again… But what was I thinking? I shouldn't, not at all, because that would make him look weak to others. But maybe there was some middle ground here that could be explored. Maybe he had already done some things that might have shown that he had changed.
