[Dylan]
“Am I a horrible friend?” Heather questioned and once again I felt the need to tell her the truth, but I didn’t want to hurt her, so I remained silent. “You can be honest with me, Dylan,” she then added, and I sighed.
“Honestly, Heather, you should ask Samara that question yourself,” I said instead, but she huffed in annoyance.
“No, I want to know if you think I am a horrible friend,” she stressed, and I was tempted to roll my eyes. I didn’t, but the temptation was strong.
“Why?” I asked, as I still avoided answering her question.
“Dylan…please,” she all but begged, and this time I did roll my eyes.
“Look…Heather…what does it matter what I think?”
“You believe her…you like her…” she said softly, and I sighed.
“I do believe her, and I do like her, quite a lot actually. So, y
