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“Uh-huh.” Tate’s eyes anxiously flickered to the dim pathway that ran alongside the parking lot. “Be careful, okay?”
“I will.”
He smiled faintly. “I’ll be watching that path like a hawk.”
I headed up to my dorm and changed out of my gown. Then I hurriedly packed a bag—toiletries, pajamas, enough clothes for a few days, laptop. When I was done, I scanned the room with a furrowed brow, trying to think of anything I might have forgotten to pack.
Ah. Phone charger.
A knock sounded at the door while I was pulling it out of the power board.
“Sorry! I’ll just be a sec,” I said, assuming Tate had decided to come and get me. “I’m just grabbing one more thing!”
There was no reply. Just another knock. I tossed my charger in the bag, zipped it, and hurried over to the door. “Sorry,” I said as I threw it open. “I was—”
I cut myself off abruptly. It wasn’t Tate on the threshold. It was Michaela.
I had no idea how she got past Tate in the parking lot, but I knew I had to hide my complete and utter shock. I also had to pretend like I didn’t know anything at all about her affair with my father or her probable involvement in the massacre.
“Oh, it’s you,” I said in a slightly-stiff tone, remembering that we were still supposed to be in a minor argument over that Tayla girl.
“Hey.” Michaela gave me a tight smile. “Can we talk?”
“I thought you were busy with an assignment.”
Her brows shot up. “How do you know that?”
Shit. My fear and panic had melted my brain, turning me into a complete idiot. “Uh… I was with Tate a few minutes ago. I saw him texting you.”
“Oh.” She smiled faintly. “Well, yeah, I was at the library, but then I bumped into Tayla. After I talked to her, I practically sprinted over here. I had to see you.”
“Why?”
“She admitted that she made up all that stuff. So I know you never bitched about me behind my back.”
I frowned. “Why would she make that up?”
“No idea. I guess she’s just a little nuts,” Michaela replied with a shrug. Oh, the irony. “Anyway, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I never should’ve believed her over you.”
“It’s okay.” I swallowed thickly. “I understand.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I mean, it seemed like she had no reason to make up that stuff. So when you heard it, you were hurt. I get it.”
“So you’re not pissed at me?”
“Well… I’m not happy about it. But I forgive you.” I forced a smile. “Maybe next time something like this happens, you should trust me.”
“I know. I’m so sorry. I feel like such a bitch. I promise it’ll never happen again.”
“Okay. Thanks,” I said softly.
“Anyway, I thought I could take you out for some late-night pizza and cheese fries as a way of making things up to you.”
“What about your assignment?”
She shrugged. “Fuck it. I’ll just hand it in late.”
