He shifted into a sitting position. "Tell me," he demanded. I closed the door behind me and moved closer to him.
"What happened?" He probed.
I fixed my gaze on the floor. "Uh... Something happened at school. I don't know... I don't know how to say it," I stammered.
"What happened? You can tell me."
"There's a problem. People think I had sex with someone... in the female restroom, but that's not what happened. I need help. I want you to find the real culprit; I feel like it's the only way to solve this. Can you... Can you help?" I paused.
"I'd appreciate it if you could help me," I finished. After my words, silence settled in the room. When I became tired of waiting for his response, I looked up and caught him staring at me.
I lowered my gaze immediately. Why is he staring at me? What does he want to say? I feel like he's about to judge me.
"Did you have sex with anyone at school?" His first question came.
I snapped my gaze up. "What?!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide.
