By taking a shower, my fatigue of the day was washed away. As I sighed, I recalled some past events.
When we just entered college, Eric was worried that I would be bullied by others, so he took classes with me when he was free and sent me downstairs to my dormitory every day. Gradually, there were some rumors.
One day, when we were having dinner together, his roommate asked him, "Are you in a relationship? Have you had sex?"
I was stunned, and before I could answer, I saw Eric's face turn ugly. He showed a disgusted expression and said, "Don't think of us in that disgusting relationship. Joyce and I are best friends."
Suddenly, everyone looked at me. Ignoring their disbelief and surprise, I calmly had my meal, thinking, "Why are you looking at me? Don't you know that we are just friends?"
Well, maybe they indeed didn't know that.
One day, when Eric wanted to hold my hand in the mall, I finally couldn't help but protest.
"Don't you think this is inappropriate?" I tried to make my voice serious.