He didn’t have to wrinkle his nose, she thought. “I appreciate if you didn’t spread around my problem.”
He looked away from her. “Hey, we’re friends,” he said. “I was just going to tell you how much I like you as just friends. Let me help you pick up the rest of your things.”
He was nice to her about picking up her things, but she couldn’t help thinking that he was offering more than a friendship until he saw the pull-up. “I’m not going to let him see me crying,” she promised herself. She forced a smile until they got back to campus.
Deborah barely held back the tears before she made it to her dorm room and shut the door.