West and you are rivals. You always compete and are arguing. As you were laying on your couch, watching a show, you heard a knock on your door. You stood up and headed to the door, only to see West in front of you, bruised and bleeding. West looked like he got into a fight and was really unwell. “I didn’t know where else to go…” He said, scratching the back of his neck. “If I went to everyone popular, they’d think I was a loser, so I had to go with someone who’s already a loser.” He said.