A Misunderstanding

“Hey I said I am sorry. Could you just stop for a moment and listen to what I have got to say?” I said.
“No, because the very sight of you makes my blood boil!” my friend replied.
“Let us have a talk about this matter, you and I al…” before I could even finish my sentence, the door was slammed in front of my face and I stood outside the house dumbfounded.
“Great, just great” I muttered. I walked slowly out of the estate thinking about this whole dumb misunderstanding. The incident happened a week ago during one of our class gatherings. My friend, Billy, and I were best of friends before this misunderstanding occurred. Even I myself was not sure how everything happened but it seemed that during the chalet, Billy’s one hundred and fifty dollar Spaulding basketball was stolen. And for some reason or another, the blame was pushed onto me. How unfair could things be? From what I know, someone started a rumour and thus it ended up in this state. But who ...