story for ELA i wrote a few months back that i want uploaded so i dont lose it

I sat down at Joshua's table and grinned. "Hello Josh," I said. I flick his hair. "How are ya this fine afternoon?" He rolls his eyes. "Gash, I was in the middle of a conversation." He went back to talking to Claire and Pallas. They were talking about my brother's band. Gag. I didn't even know he could actually get fans. "What do you think of Pop Rox's new song, LIGHTNING ROD? I feel like they could have done better with the lyrics, but it's still pretty good," Pallas was saying. "Gah, why do you even like that band? Domino is awful at writing songs." I scowl and start to gnaw at a Snickers bar. "Besides, you know he didn't even graduate highschool?" Pallas scoffs, "Gash, just because you don't like a band doesn't mean other people can't like them. Go crawl back into whatever hole you came out of." She makes a shoo motion with her hand. "Whatever. C'mon, Josh. This table is boring anyway." I walked away and then stopped. "Josh?" Joshua looked at me and slightly shook his head. "Gash, I want to sit here," he said, avoiding my eyes. Traitor. "Fine then! Sit with these losers and abandon me! Like I even wanted to sit with you!" I stomped off, feeling tears prick my eyes. I shouldn't have done that, I thought. He's my only friend. He must be hurt. I should apologize soon. I glanced back. He was laughing. He doesn't even care! Fine, then. If he hates me that much for being "rude", I'll act nice then. I sat down next to a freshman. "Hello, I'm Gash. What's your name?" Her eyes widened. "J-Jewel. Jewel K-Klein," she stammers. "What? you got a speech impediment? What's with all the s-s-stammering?" I snap. Jeez. How annoying can you get? The kid nearly starts crying and I'm tempted to gouge my eyes out. "Stop crying. You won't get any friends that way," I say, and smile dryly. I'm great at this. She bursts into tears. Oh cripes. I scowl and slink off. I'll just eat in the bathroom today. Over the next few weeks, I continue to be nice and try to make friends, but those jerks continue to not accept my humble offer to be their friend. What's the point of being nice if nobody is confident enough to be your friend? So far I’ve been yelled at by a teacher for “harassing” the computer club kids, a sophomore boy called me a rat faced idiot and continued to do so everyday for a week, and I made two freshmen cry. What is wrong with people? Guess I'll just be friends with Joshua again. No harm in that. Besides, I bet when I go up to him, he'll practically be kneeling at my feet, begging me to be his friend again. I walk over to his locker. "Hi Josh. I've done you a favor and have decided to be your friend again," I say, smiling graciously. "Favor?" He looks at me and squints his eyes. "What do you mean, favor?" He frowns. I laugh. "Well, you've obviously been miserable without me. So I'll be your friend again. Just to be nice." Now he's scowling. "I haven't been miserable without you. I've been just fine. You're the one who got bullied by a sophomore who legit has two friends!" I take a step back. "Well, y-you," I stammer. What should I do? He's never talked like this before. I look away from him, avoiding his scowl. "Gash, you've been so mean to everyone. Stop trying to be mean to me, too." He stomps off, leaving me alone. My legs are shaking and I can't breathe right. Is this the end? Are we no longer friends? I can feel tears in my eyes again. What is this? I need to go see Domino; I think. He'll know what to do. I run out of the school, ignoring the teacher yelling at me to come back. I see my car and run in its direction. I hop in and drive off to Domino's RV. I get there and open the door, using the key he keeps hidden underneath the planter by the door. It's got a dead flower in it. "Domino," I yell. He opens up the door to his room and walks out. "Why are you yelling? And why are you here during school hours?" He scratches his head. "D-Domino.. I think I made a mistake." I think I'm about to cry. This is so weird. "What happened?" He looks concerned, and I'm suddenly grateful for him. I collapse on the couch; it smells like burned hair. "Joshua.. isn't my friend anymore." His eyes widened. "W-what? You've been friends since you two were in kindergarten. How are you suddenly not friends anymore?" I squeeze my eyes shut. "He.. He just hasn't been hanging out with me anymore, and we had a fight today. He said I'm too mean." Domino sighs and squats on the ground next to the couch. He reaches over and ruffles my hair. "Gash.. I'm sorry." He removes my glasses and covers me up with a blanket. "You have been through so much. But you aren't completely out of the wrong here. You are really mean to everyone." I sniffle. "I know. I'll try better." He smiles. "Good. Now get some rest." I sigh and look up at the ceiling, feeling as though a weight's been lifted off of my shoulders.