"I don’t care. No-one gave a rat’s ass about Scott until he died. And I was the worst one of all! He was my best friend and I dropped him! Because he wasn’t cool like you or Kelly or Steve. So they’re looking at me. So what? They’ve been looking at me for days, Brandon! “Oh, poor David, is he going to be okay? I hope he hasn’t cracked up yet.” I can’t even walk through the halls without someone in my face trying to cheer me up like they’re my new best friend! Well what about my old best friend? It doesn’t matter what you write about him in that paper, Brandon. It doesn’t matter what you say about someone once they’re gone. What matters is how you treat them when they’re still here."