Conrad didn't know how much more he could handle.
"My god, what is he wearing? I know he's dumb, but is he also blind?"
"He looks like my grandma dressed him, rolled him around in her grave and then spat him back out."
"Ugh, he's dressed so bad I can smell it."
"Here, hand me your chocolate milk, I'll make this better."
Lou sat, oblivious, with headphones in. They weren't friends, but this was just wrong.
Conrad's anger outweighed his fear. He rose from his seat and stood between Lou's back and the bully with the milk.
"No," said Conrad.