Why do I disgust those that like me?

"Ouch," Augustine winced in pain, quickly rolling out of the bed.

His hand shot up to cover his mouth as he rushed toward the bathroom, his steps hurried.

Once inside, he turned on the tap of the bathroom sink, the cold water splashing into his hands as he tried to soothe the sting from the blow.

Scoffed.

Charles scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Next time he shouldn't play stupid games around me." He spat coldly, wrapping his hands across his chest as his gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.

Two minutes later, Augustine stepped out of the bathroom, his hand still wrapped around his mouth. "Charles, what was that for?" Augustine probed.

Charles rolled his eyes, ignoring Augustine's question completely.

Meanwhile, Augustine walked over to where he had kept his first aid box.

His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he were trying to compose himself after the unexpected blow.