Eight

"No no... that's not a good idea!" Abigail protested.

"Look, I don't wanna live the rest of my college life being harassed by that douche!"

"Woah! Watch your words, girl! If someone's eavesdropping, we're dead meat," Leah said, not agitated at all.

"Leah," I said, grabbing her shoulders. "You think it's fair? It's public humiliation!"

"Well, what are you gonna do about it? Tell him he's ugly? Put salt in his coffee?"

"No..." I said. "I will confront him,"

"And do what!?" Abigail almost laughed. "You'll pee your pants! You can't even hold eye contact with him for longer than two seconds,"

"I thought friends support you no matter what," I said, making a straight face.

"Fine! Do it! As long as I don't have wipe your salty tears, I'm fine with anything!"

"Wow...real touchy, Leah. Thanks," I said, disappointed.

She shrugged and turned to Abigail. "What do you think?"

"Maybe it's fair that Li wants to confront him," she replied. "She got picked on during class, more than I ever di