"I'm sorry I soaked your shirt." I said sheepishly pulling back from Ethan and indicating his now wet shirt from my tears. I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes and glanced at the time. I had eight minutes before lunch was up. I had been crying in Ethan's arms for two minutes.
"It's no problem." He chuckled. "Are you okay?" He asked after a while.
I nodded. "Yeah. I guess I am." We left the bathroom and stood in the hallway. I then looked at him quizzically. "Why did you come after me by the way?"
He shrugged. "I heard what that girl said to you. I saw you left the cafeteria and I just decided to find you. By the way, your friends were coming after you and I sent them away."
"You what? Why did you do that?" I asked shocked.
"I told them I would handle it. It's no big deal. Besides,
