“What did I tell you about that kid?? I knew this was gonna happen!”

Zayne’s brown furrowed as he dabbed at the scrape on his best friend’s knee, wiping up the blood and dirt covering it. Their other knee was only scratched— thank god.

“And what did you do? You went and did the stupid thing anyway. Maybe next time I won’t even help you.” Zayne scowled. He didn’t mean it— of course he didn’t. He was just being difficult.