My Bestfriend’s Brother Is My Tutor
“He’s slim, wore a white shirt to our first day of class. He seems cool, I think. I don’t know, Lis, you know I’m a terrible judge of character.”
“You should go,” Lisa spoke to me but kept her gaze on Bridget. Again with feeling like I was intruding on something.
Lisa had always been the more friendly one, the person everyone loved and made friends with and she’d always had more friends than I could garner, male and female but today felt different than a normal friendship meet-up. From Bridget’s awkward sprint away from the bed, to their other hard-to-miss cues, I tried to tell if they needed me to give them space.
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