The Story of a Sinner (Complete)

Eleven

---Kyle's pov---

Besides that asshole shoving me over in the hall this morning, the day went as it did usually.

Stan and his friends being selfish dicks while others cheered them on. Me, being the loser that I am, stayed completely away from it and as far as I could possibly be from them.

I already know that Stan doesn't care if I'm never around him again, and I'm sure he hopes I don't try to be near him again.

Honestly, I can't say the same.

I wish he would want to be around me again, or even near me.

But he doesn't.

I know it. He knows it. We both know it.

There's no point in trying to be friends again is there?

Probably not.

I don't want to give up. I don't want him to hate me. And I certainly don't want things to be like they are now.

But I think I might have to.

What else can I do?

He won't listen and he thinks I'm to blame for all of it.

I've tried reasoning, it doesn't work. Nothing does.

I'm screwed.

We're never going to be friends again, are we?