Friendship
“You… You… last night?” “Don’t worry, I just drove you back here and told your roommate to change your clothes. I didn’t do anything other than that, believe me. I went home after making sure you’re okay then just went back this morning to check up on you again,” he tells me, and I knew he was telling the truth. His face might be sometimes suspicious and superficial, but I already knew when he can be trusted. This time, I knew he was being genuine. “Well, thanks for all of that,” I tell him half-heartedly, still feeling embarrassed and annoyed at the same time. I couldn’t believe I pushed myself to my limits last night. It wasn’t like me. “You can go now, you know?” I look at Bradley, who was still watching me in silence from where he sat and scowled. He doesn’t seem to hear my request
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