He was sitting at their table more frequently now ever since he hid the clothes belonging to a freshman in the locker room.
He felt guilty to say he enjoyed sitting with them.
He felt bad knowing that he no longer had a best friend.
but they just told him that his best friend was a loser and a freak and didn't deserve him. but he knew it was the other way around.
And he felt terrible.
But he still pretended to like their pranks and jokes, because as long he was sat at that table, with them, he didn't mind being a bully
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Bully
Short Storywhen you see things from the bully's point of view. lowercase intended.