JOEM’S POV

“I could still hear them laughing, and deep down I knew it wasn’t at the new recruit. They weren’t laughing with me; they were laughing at me.

That runt, how dare he?-I fumed in fury, that little scrap of nothing had turned my moment into his.

I slammed a shoulder into the doorframe as I pushed through, the wood rattling against its hinges. My friends followed in a scuffle, their chuckles were strained and forced, and it was not lost to me that they were trying very pathetically to laugh it off, to make it sound as though nothing had happened, as though I had not just been...