He was my mate.
There was no doubt about that.
Everyone was just obvlious of that fact.
And he . . .
. . . he was oblivious to the pain he was causing me.
Or maybe, he just didn't give a damn.
*Rated for profanities and sarcasm
PLAGIARISM IS NOT TOLERATED
“Fine,” I muttered, slamming my fists onto my desk as I stood up.
I was speaking to him, hoping he’d understand. I didn’t even spare him a second glance as I grabbed my things and walked out of the classroom.
If he wanted to reject me, then I would just have to reject him back.
Let's start from the beginning, shall we?