The First Love

You've Got It Wrong

I either blacked out again or I fell asleep because I opened my eyes and three hours had passed. Whilst I had been "out", the room had filled with my tutor, the nurse, the head teacher and also Tony with his tutor. I tried to make eye contact but he remained facing his feet. He was wearing the red and gold sports trainers I'd got him for his birthday.

"Now," began the nurse. Tony was watching her speak, and I was watching him. "Bruce has told me that this large lump on his forehead was caused by none other than Tony here." Both Tony and I began to protest against this but she talked over us. "Bullying is unacceptable. I believe Bruce now has mild concussion. He was no more than a zombie when he came to me and minutes later, he passed out right there, on that chair."

My tutor looked from me to Tony. Tony's tutor looked from him to me. Tony still looked at the floor. "It's all wrong," I said, fiddling with a bit of string in my trouser pocket. It always helped me to calm down. "I walked into Tony and our heads bumped," I felt myself beginning to blush and cut my story short. The nurse and the tutors exchanged a look and voted to leave the room so Tony and I could talk.

"Can you at least look at me?" I said, feeling angry at being ignored by my best friend. "I haven't done anything wrong!" My voice raised slightly. Tony pushed himself off of his seat and marched over to me. "But that's just it Bruce! You can never ever do anything wrong!" He turned away and murmured something into his collar. "Pardon?" He begrudgingly moved his head away from the short collar and repeated what he's said. "You can never do anything wrong; not in my eyes at least."

I was left speechless as he picked up his bag and left the room. The tutors also left and the nurse persistently tried to understand what had happened. She didn't believe me that we had simply bumped heads. I suppose this is what happens when you go to the school nurse too often?