Then I told her to take the post down, and she looked terrified.
“Are you crazy? And lose all that momentum?”
“Most of the people think you’re scum for posting it!” I said.
“But did you see the numbers? They can say what they want, for those kinds of numbers.”
I knew that I would not be able to make Chloe see how wrong she’d been. Even Connor lying in a hospital bed had not done that.
“I’ll put in for a room transfer,” I said. “But just stay away from me until then.”
She had wiped her tears away and was already back to her normal self. “Don’t do that, Megan. This thing will all blow over in a couple of days. Something else will go viral and draw all the haters.”
I just shook my head. She didn’t get it.
“Stay away from me, Chloe,” I reiterated, then went to my room.
* * *
Given our schedules,it was easy enough to avoid Chloe for the next few days. Marlo looked in my direction after Psych on Monday, but I quickly left the room when class ended, not wanting to talk with her.
But on Wednesday I knew I had to, so I stayed after Psych class and approached her at the front of the room.
“Megan, I’m glad you stayed. How are you doing with everything?” she asked.
I wasn’t sure how much she knew. My part in bringing Chloe into our circle. My relationship with Logan.
The end of my relationship with Logan.
“I’m doing okay, I guess. Better than Connor or Paige, probably.”
Marlo just nodded.
“Do you know how Connor is? I haven’t been in touch with him since Sunday at the hospital.” I’d wanted to text him many times, but hadn’t. I figured he had enough to deal with.
“I’ve seen Connor several times, yes. His parents are here in town with him right now.”
“That’s good, I guess.”
“I think so. They seem to be good for him.”
“Are they taking him home?”
“Well, Connor asked me to give you all a message tonight at group. I wouldn’t discuss his condition, or his plans, otherwise. You can hear it—”
“I won’t be coming to group tonight. That’s why I stayed to talk to you.”
She sat back on the edge of the table, like she did with her chair during our sessions. “I see. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I don’t want to mess up your study or anything. If there’s a way I can continue on but not have to go to group, I would appreciate that. If I have to totally drop out, and lose the credits, then I guess that’s okay too.”
“Megan, you know nobody blames you for what happened, right? That your suitemate did this on her own. That Connor’s reaction was his own. You can’t take this on.”
“I know. Or I’m coming to terms with that, anyway,” I said.
“So, this is about Logan?”
“I don’t know how much—”
