Devansh and I got into a fight during freshman band. In our defense, we didn’t like each other. The teacher had no idea, but still, she should’ve noticed how the two of us glared at each other every day.
We argued, and Devansh snapped. He said I was done for.
“Meet me in the parking lot after school. We’re gonna fight like men.”
I took the bus home, watching the spot where the teachers parked. I was too good for fighting. Or too scared. I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to get hurt.
Devansh was sitting two seats behinds me.