When Justin thought Emily was crying over that jerk Brandon, he was upset but that was nothing compared to realizing she was actually crying over him. He did this. If not for him she wouldn't have been sitting outside without a coat for so long. When he led her inside her hands were like ice. How long had she sat out there before he found her?
He remembered he hadn't responded to her. "I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."
"It is though," she sniffed. "He hates me now."
"No one could hate you," he coaxed gently, moving to sit down next to her. "It's probably just a misunderstanding."
"It's not!" Emily wailed before throwing herself into Justin's shoulder, making him freeze in shock. "It's not, it's not, he hates me and it's all my fault…" Her sobs grew louder and so hard that she shook them both.
Justin hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. "Hey, it's fine, it'll be okay, shhh."
