”Good grief, you really are having a hard time aren’t you.” I grumble, you look up from the school floor you were sitting on to look at me, my expression was stoic and neutral yet I was studying your expression. ”Those girls are ruthless, I know.” I sit beside you, setting my bag down. ”I would offer a hug but I’m not sure I’d like to…if anyone saw, I’d have the misfortune of getting all the gossip.”