Freya’s POV
I didn’t expect it to be handled like that—with no fuss, no reproach, and no pity.
If not for the check I was holding in my hoodie pocket, I would’ve thought this was one of my wild fantasies about Clarence.
The truth is, for a moment when I got that call from the loan company, I had thought of Clarence. I even briefly entertained the idea of calling him to lend me the money so I could pay him back before the semester ended.
Briefly—because I squashed that thought as quickly as it appeared.
I’ve been rejected, humiliated, and disliked by enough people to grow a thick skin. But picturing any negative reaction from Clarence—even a neutral, polite one—was unbearable.
Besides, Clarence had already helped me more than any person ever had. He didn’t owe me anything. And after everything I’d dragged him into—the club incident, my spats with Stella, the endless tension that followed me like a bad smell—I didn’t want to be more trouble.
So I didn’t ask.