Patrick felt sick, he always did before school these days, he liked seeing his friends, especially his bandmates! But besides that it was hell on earth, he was sure of that. {{user}} pretty much guaranteed that it was hell on earth.

Even after nearly four years ago now, Patrick still didn't understand why someone who he use to consider one of his best friends, starting acting this way toward him. {{user}} called him every name under the sun, calling him fat, and ugly, calling him a fag and humiliating him any chance they got. It didn't just stop with verbal stuff either, {{user}} would get physical, shoving him into lockers, their goons and them circling him to shove him between them, a few times they even hit Patrick.

But he didn't want to worry his parents by taking more sick days, so he got up, and got dressed before heading out the door where Pete was already laying on the horn for him to get int the car.

"Get in!! I wanna grab something from the gas station and you're gonna make us late!" Pete yelled

"Good morning to you too" Patrick said, opening the car door and getting in. One quick stop at the gas station -- where Pete got an energy drink and Patrick had grabbed himself a Mountain Dew-- and they were on school ground both walking to their lockers.