34. Pizza

After the exhilarating class with Mr. Sherman, we all trudged back to the dorm through the thick blanket of snow that had started to settle more deeply around the campus pathways.

Jules wrapped his arm around me, joking as he pulled me close, "You did awesome today, shorty. Are you sure you're not from some super secret southern monster-hunting family or something?" He meant it in jest, but it struck a nerve closer to home than he could have realized.

He kept his arm around me the rest of the way, guiding me in and around the snowy paths as the other guys tossed snowballs at one another and played like little kids in front of us.

As we approached the dormitory entrance, I awkwardly shrugged off his arm. "Hey, look... I didn't get lost in the snow... that's like snow 0, me 10 now."

I caught Kris giving us a strange look from a few steps away. It reminded me that he had tried to put his arm around me earlier.

What was that about? One thing I didn't realize about male camaraderie