Thomas Pov
        Last month of being senior in high school! I gotta say, the last four years have gone by in a blur. I close my locker and see Hamilton walking down the hallway with his hands shoved in his jacket pockets and earbuds in. He used to be so loud and talkative back in middle school. But in seventh grade something inside of him just broke. Yeah this is gonna sound like a real dick move but I still make fun of him. As he walked past I trip him. He gives a small yelp and hits the floor. A few people snickered. He sighed and grabbed his stuff.
"Alex! I expected more of a reaction. Youre disappointing me." He stood up and looked at me for a second.
"Why do you do this to me?" I heard him mutter.
"What was that Hamilshit? Could you repeat that for me please?" He shook his head and started to walk away. Trying to be the bigger man. HA! I chased after him and jumped in front of him. He stopped and said "Come on Thomas just move. I don't want to fight." I sighed and gently kicked his shin.
"You mean when I beat you up and you plead for mercy? You call that a fight?" I kicked him a bit harder.
"Jefferson come on." He said.
"Or what?" I asked. He sighed. "Please." He said.
"No."
I punched him in the jaw and he stumbled back. Then I pushed him down and dragged him down the stairs. He yelled and clawed at my hand groaning in pain. I threw him outside and started to beat him up. I pushed him against the wall. "Go back to the shithole you came from." I spat. He groaned and muttered
"What did I ever do to you?" I let go of him and said "You were born." And then I pushed him in the wall, and left.