" can I come in ? ", I ask him.
" Uhmm..okay.", he nods and moves from the door, letting me walk in.
" You didn't go to class after noon ?", I ask as it is strange he already reached here and changed his clothes. The bell had only rung a few minutes ago.
" No, I didn't. It t..took me some time to w..wash out all that sauce. And then I didn't feel like g..going.", he replied.
" Nate, I am sorry.", I said feeling guilty all over again.
" Then I g..guess, you will've to tell me s..sorry everyday.", he said. He is right. Probably I will have to tell him sorry every day. And there's no point in saying sorry after not trying to help him. Not only that I didn’t help him but also I stood along with those people who bullied him and laughed at him.
" You can sit.", he says pointi
