"You don't need to take him down for me," Abs' frustration emitted from the other line. "I never asked any of this."

"And you are okay that he could walk away with it?" I demanded, squeezing my phone tightly to my ear.

"Which retarded world did you just came out from, ZJ?" Abs retorted. "You just created beef with Nick, you're in deep shit. You're in his hit list now."

Unfortunately, he's right. It was a simple equation. You mess with the alpha you get the pack to feed on you. I leaned back to my chair, tossed my head back and looked up at the ceiling, recalling the actions I made, reflecting the consequences while my anger towards Nick still raging.

But then, I asked myself, why was I furious with Nick? Was it for Abs? Was it for his retribution? Was it to prove my worth for Abs? Was it worth it?

"The university would not take me for a trial, though." I continued. "It's tedious to accommodate my case since bawls are common within campus, especially at student's union buildings on weekend nights. Instead, I was being asked to register myself for volunteering for four months."

"Okay," Abs responded with a blasé tone in his voice. "What about him?"

"The Head of Campus let him off. He didn't initiate the fight."

"Yeah, I would have guessed it." he sighed. "Anyways, cheers mate. Let me know if you need any help."

I highly doubted he would, he would not be there to solve my issues unless there's something in for him. But he is good with giving advice and has a good heart.

We ended the conversation moments later. I turned my glance towards the Career Week brochure on my desktop which was handed by the counsellor earlier today, browsed through a list of volunteering services available and screened out according to preferences and time slot so that it wouldn't coincide with my shifts at Al-Safar.