"You look like s**t!" David said, looking at me with an unreadable expression. I looked at my friend. Or maybe we are not friends anymore. After all, my sexuality was the news of the week. And so was the abuse.
My friends were standing in the corner, staring at me. David was the only one who actually took the initiative in talking with me. I felt lonely in college. Or at least, I felt like my friends didn't talk to me. It's been three days since they ignored me. Not talking to me. And it hurt me like hell.
"I feel like s**t. That's nothing new, David. Tell me why are you talking to me? Do you not know what Lana and the group would do if they found out that you came to talk to me?" I asked him with an ironic smile, shaking my head. I was about to leave him alone when he didn't answer me
