Wesley shook his head. "You're an idiot. You are the fly, you love and live in the shit and don't want it to change."

"People like us don't get out of the shit!" the boy said. "But we don't need turds like you added to it!"

Wesley laughed slightly. "You can't get out? What a crock. It isn't easy, but how exactly are you tryin? Are you asking that school teacher to help teach you anything? You even working? You trying to do anything to better yourself to get out of the shit? No, you're starting fights, getting drunk, and getting a girl pregnant while running away from it. You love living in shit and it's where your kind belong."

What did this bastard know?! Why would he try to learn anything?! He wouldn't amount to anything anyway? Why would he try to get a job? Who would hire him? He would end up a drunk like his parents anyway. "Yeah well... fuck you!"

Wesley nodded slightly and waved a hand. "Fantastic reply. Just goes to show who is right."

Noah gave Wesley the finger and sat back on the bed.

Wesley smiled as he won the argument and was able to focus on his paperwork.