Fronting up to university the following day was a trial he had to endure. There were lectures to attend and besides, he wanted to see whether there had been any change in the animosity John and Jason felt towards him. A good night’s sleep often changed a person’s perspective on things. He discovered very early in the day that there hadn’t been any changes, at least with Jason. John acknowledged him with a weak smile as he and Jason passed him in the corridor. There were looks from other people, too. They were difficult to read. One thing he knew for sure was that the word had definitely got out.
He felt someone touch him on the arm. He turned and saw Francesca, a beautiful olive-skinned girl who often chatted with him as they passed by each other.
“Don’t worry,” she said, her brown eyes
