You and I were walking down the hall as a group of girls approached us. The mean glint in their eyes made me flinch and you put an arm around my waist out of reflex.
I liked this feeling.
One of the girls started saying rude things about us. I didn't care that they also insulted me, all I heard were the false things about you that left her mouth.
They were disappointed in you.
They always thought you would know better than to hang out with a loser.
The guilt that I felt was unbearable. Why? Because I believed them.
I wrestled myself out of your grip and started to run towards the next bathroom. My eyes were already filling up with tears as I entered an empty stall.
I broke down crying.
I shouldn't have sat with you these many weeks ago. Then you wouldn't get insulted.
I'm so so sorry.