After we’d been talking a while, her friends started to join us, one at a time and only for a moment. After the fourth such interruption, Fallon clu...ed me in.“They’re checking you out. They don’t know you.”“Ah. And they’re curious.”“And as socially awkward as I am.”“You’re not socially awkward,” I answered. She looked at me like I had lettuce growing out of my nose. “You don’t seem socially awkward to me,” I tried.“You’re used to me.”“Right. And that’s why you don’t seem socially awkward to me.”. " His voice trailed off a little. She looked over at him. "Like what?" she asked. "Well, you could help clean at the school, organize books in the library.." Jessica again groaned. "Or..." he said, "Be my personal assistant." She perked up a little. "What would I have to do?" "Just busy work, mostly. Help me make sure things run smoothly. It'd be better than your options, I believe. But.. you have to show me you want it." It was now she noticed the car slowing down. They were near her home. "Why in the world would you want that?" I asked, surprised.She went on, "Well, I want to talk to them, and explain you newhumiliating situation. I want to see how you treated them and ask themif there is anything they might want from you now. I think ifpossible, you should make amends with them all, no matter if you brokeit off with them, or they dumped your ass. I'm sure that most of themmight be quite amused to hear how their ex-boyfriend now spends histime. Girls always love a little. Panic sets in and she slams on the accelerator. The GTI automatic gearbox shifts down and the powerful engine throws the small car forward and out of harm’s way. The truck tyres smoke and horn screams as it flies past the GTIs back window, missing it by inches. So distracted was she, that she had just driven though a red light. Anna pulls over on the verge. Her hands are shaking and tears are flowing as the reality of what had almost happened dawns on her. Suddenly bilious, she opens the door.