Face down in the mud. Again.

I looked down on him, pity in my eyes. I wasn’t going to be the one to help him up. His girlfriend, Ella, would do that. Besides, it wasn’t my place. It’s not like I cared about him anyway, it was her…Ella that mattered. He could go to hell for all I cared.

She had been my best friend ever since I can remember. Funny how quickly things changed. As soon as we started high school things were different. Most people said that she absolutely hated me. Not that I didn’t expect that, we were close. Not anymore though.

Though, I was determined to keep the last promise I made her. I said I would look out for her, never let anything hurt her.
That’s why he was a problem. I couldn’t be friends with him. That would be social suicide, worse than that actually. No need for details though. It wasn’t important.