Chapter 11

Me: Look, I don’t know if you’re even receiving these, but I’m sorry about everything that happened tonight. Just let me know you’re okay.

She didn’t respond. I lay in bed for a little bit, swiping open my social media apps to see if she had posted anything.

Other than a selfie of us she’d snapped several hours ago on the bus, nothing was new.

Then for some reason, I decided to look through the different profiles she followed.

I scrolled endlessly, but Chad and Gabe’s profiles weren’t on there—it was weird.

She said she met Chad through a DM he sent her a few weeks ago.

I kept scrolling but eventually my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted into sleep.

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