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Yuna sees the message and whispers, “Do you think he saw the video of you and Luc?”
I shrug. “Who the hell cares? I don’t owe him anything.”
Priya adds, “He went to Riverside. He may still follow that account. Bet he had his share of videos on there.”
I wince at her comment, but she doesn’t realize it. I just feel like such a fool.
Over the next few days, I stick to myself. I see Priya and Yuna in classes but outside of class I spend my time in the library. From what I know about social media, it takes a few days for things to blow over, or at least until the next big story drops.
Only, three days later people are still watching me on campus. Girls are whispering in each other’s ears when they see me and guys are smiling at me. I’ve gone from never being seen to having too much attention on me.
West has also messaged me three more times, so now I know he’s seen the video. He had the audacity to ask me if I was hooking up with Luc when we were together. I still haven’t replied to him because I don’t think he deserves an answer.
My best friend has also been calling and texting, but I’ve been avoiding him too. It seems that every time I get an ounce of happiness in my life, something has to go wrong.
CHAPTER NINE
Isabelle
Luc:You can’t ignore me forever. Please, Mon coeur.
He’s right. It’s been five days. We need to talk. I can’t go on ignoring him.
Me:Can we meet somewhere away from campus?
He answers me right away.
Luc:Are you home? I’ll come get you
Me:Yes and okay.
I slip on a hoodie. I’m already in sweatpants and a T-shirt as I head downstairs. Norah is on the couch watching TV.
“Are you heading out?” she asks. I rarely go out in the evenings, so this is unusual for me.
I nod. “For a bit.”
“You’re going to see him,” she says and accentuates the word him like she’s tasted something bitter.
I had broken down on Norah’s shoulder two days ago in a fit of tears. Luc is my best friend. My world doesn’t feel right when we don’t speak.
“That’s a good thing. You need to figure this out,” she advises.
I may have confessed my long-time feelings for my best friend. My head has been swimming since we made out in my room. I hate my perfect moment was tainted by campus gossip.
“I know,” I reply.
“Good luck,” she calls over as I hear the honk of a car horn outside. He’s here.
“Thanks,” I walk out the door. It’s only nine o’clock but it feels like the middle of the night.
I get into the passenger side. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Luc says, and he watches me. I can see how torn up he feels by the look in his eyes. “It’s good to see you.”
“Let’s get out of here,” I urge, and he nods and pulls away.
We drive away from campus.
