Elizabeth Summers
After getting rejected by Adam in front of most of our classmates Patti went to hide in one of the spare bedrooms upstairs. When I got there she was sitting on the daybed with her head in her hands. As I closed the door behind me her head shot up and I could see the tears trailing down her face. I sat down beside her on the daybed and gave her a warm smile.
“Is there something wrong with me?” She asked in between sobs.
“Not at all. This is his problem, not yours,” I objected. Patti gave a fake laugh and rolled her eyes at me. I always thought I was good at comforting my friends but apparently, I was doing a terrible job of it today.
“How can it not be about me? He wouldn’t even go on one date with me to see if I was the one. He must find me repulsive,” she said, trigg
