"No. You're wrong. Tyler's actually not a good kid. He's a great guy! Oh and the same level as me, huh? You mean the level in which I'm not a geek addicted to collecting innards of who-knows-what? I don't think that's shameful at all," Adam replied with a shrug and a smug smile. "It's great he actually belongs there, right?"
He ignored the stares of the other students. He was used to being the center of attention. This one was a different sense of the phrase, but that doesn't mean Adam was comfortable with it. He did feel a little uneasy about the staring and he was vaguely feeling ashamed for causing a scene, but he stubbornly refused to let Versil have the last word.
"Okay, fine, Doctor Verse, the weird psychiatrist who used to spill pus, viscera and bloody entrails of strange things on me back in uni," Adam said with a roll of his eyes. He crossed his arms in front of him and stood tall. "What did you want to talk to me about Tyler?"
He ignored the stares of the other students. He was used to being the center of attention. This one was a different sense of the phrase, but that doesn't mean Adam was comfortable with it. He did feel a little uneasy about the staring and he was vaguely feeling ashamed for causing a scene, but he stubbornly refused to let Versil have the last word.
"Okay, fine, Doctor Verse, the weird psychiatrist who used to spill pus, viscera and bloody entrails of strange things on me back in uni," Adam said with a roll of his eyes. He crossed his arms in front of him and stood tall. "What did you want to talk to me about Tyler?"