“I’m okay,” I force out, but my voice is thick.
“Oh, Tessa. Where are you now?”
“My room.”
“Stay there; I’m coming to you.”
“You don’t need to,” I tell her.
“I’ll see you in a minute.”
We hang up, and I go back to staring at the ceiling again. I hear her knock. “Come in.” She opens the door and steps inside, glancing over at Stephanie’s bed. “She’s gone.”
Evie walks over to me and sits next to me on the bed. “What happened?” she asks softly.
I give a weary sigh. “I don’t even know.”
She nods. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I think about it a moment and then start. “Slater drove me to class and said he wanted to walk me inside. Before we got inside, Felicia and Faith stopped me and made a big deal about my face.”
Evie scowls. “Your suitemates?”
I nod. “Yeah. Anyway, he ushered me past them, and we went inside. As soon as we got close, I saw Connor waiting for me. I knew it wasn’t going to be good. They already had another run-in.”
Evie nods. “I remember.”
“Anyway, Connor approached us all aggressive. I think he saw my face and assumed Slater did this to me, which is absurd. Anyway, he pulled me away from Slater and—”
“He pulled you from Slate?” Evie asks, brows arching.
I nod again. “Yeah, and then he and Slater started exchanging words. Then Connor bumped into my nose. He didn’t mean to, but—”
“He hurt you?” she questions.
“He didn’t mean to,” I defend him. “It was an accident.”
Evie shakes her head. “Yeah, but—” she just continues to shake her head. “Slater must have gone nuclear.”
“Uh, yeah. Have you seen the videos?”
Evie’s eyes widen. “There are videos?”
“Yeah. I thought that’s how you found out.”
“No, somebody told Zane about it.”
“Oh.” I deflate. “Yeah, the videos are bad.”
She’s already pulling out her phone. I watch her and notice when her face pales. “Oh boy.”
“Yeah.” She does something on her phone. “What are you doing?” I can’t help but ask.
“Sending these to Zane.”
I sigh as weariness plagues me once again. “Will he be mad?”
“At Slate? No.”
