The sharp squeeze on her elbow was the only thing keeping Emily from eating the icy pavement. An arm snaked around her waist gently but firmly, further helping to keep her from falling.
"Easy there, vixen," a voice laughed by her ear. "It's not that I don't like having pretty girls fall for me, but to literally do so is just dangerous!"
"Oh, Beth, stop it!" another girl giggled. "Look, you're embarrassing her. Her face is turning red and I don't think it's because of the cold. Sweetie, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Emily mumbled.
The arm around her waist slowly slid out and her elbow was released. She slowly looked into the face of the girl who had saved her. Beth Miller was a senior at their liberal arts college. She had come in on a swimming scholarship four years earlier and had the lean and slim body of an athlete. Her dishwater blonde hair was cut in an ear length bob that made her look a little boyish, especially paired with the modest sized breasts that were easily concealed beneath a winter sweater or parka. Her blue-gray eyes seemed to be gently teasing her younger classmate.
"Thank you," Emily added belatedly.
"You're welcome," Beth said with a laugh. The sound ended with a sharp inhalation as her friend elbowed her.
"Stop," the other senior said a little more firmly. "Look, she's just a kid. She's probably mortified about needing your help."
"She's not a kid," Beth retorted. She had stopped laughing but her tone remained cheerful. "She's in my biology class."
"Really? She's a senior like us? But she's so tiny and she looks so young!"
"I'm five-feet-three," Emily said, feeling awkward about the way they were talking as if she wasn't there. She wasn't tiny, but she was small enough - both in height and frame - that she was frequently mistaken for much younger. Her brown eyes were very large and set in a face that could have been a model for a doll. No matter how many styles she tried, her dark hair - which currently fell loose and straight to just below her shoulder blades - only seemed to accentuate the almost childlike features of her 18-year-old face.
"And she is younger, but not by much," Beth added. To Emily, she said, "I did a little bit of research, since you're the top student in our class. I've always sucked at the sciences so I put off this requirement as long as I could. I made sure to know who you are in case I ever need help!" She laughed. "I hope that doesn't sound creepy."
"No, it's not creepy," the smaller girl mumbled. She wished that she could think of more to say so that she didn't seem like such an idiot. On the other hand, she felt like she was having trouble thinking at all. Her heart was like a small and scared rabbit in her chest and she was trying hard not to look at Beth because doing so only made her heart beat faster. She tried not to look at the older girl even though she knew it made her seem like an idiot or a snob.
"Good," Beth said, oblivious to all of this. "Now that we have that out of the way, how about if I help you get back to your dorm? The same patches ice over every year so I can help you to avoid those ones, too."
"No, I'll be okay," Emily muttered, even as her mind imagined walking back with her classmate. She shut it down before it went to other places that would only make her feel more awkward.
"I insist. Besides, it'll give us a chance to talk about something besides anemic acids," Beth said.
"Amino acids," Emily murmured as Beth turned her
attention to her friend.
"Hey, Gretch? Is that okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," her friend said, waving her hand.
"Judging by what you just said, you probably need more help in that class than you realize."
"What?"
It was Gretchen's turn to laugh. "I'll talk to
you later. Bye, lovebirds!"
Beth flinched. "I wish she wouldn't do that."
She had a smile on her face when she turned back to Emily. She extended her left arm, the elbow slightly bent. "Shall we?
"Sorry," she said almost immediately, lowering her arm. "I'm being too forward and you're probably thinking I'm a freak for - "
"I don't think you're a freak," the smaller girl blurted. She noticed her own arm slip through Beth's arm as she spoke. She hadn't meant to do that, even though it was what she wanted.