9
Quinn
Cora was sleeping soundly on the other side of the mattress when I woke. She liked to sleep in a lot. I swear, she’d sleep till noon every day if she could.
I turned my head and watched her breathe, relieved she’d forgiven me last night.
I knew I’d messed up. I was awful at talking about myself or my friends. I was awful at talking, period. But she’d been so mad at me. Her accusing words still haunted my ears.
“You made me look like a clueless i***t, Quinn.”
“No,” I’d tried to tell her. “You didn’t look like an i***t. You—”
“Looked like an i***t,” she snapped.
So I attempted to explain why everything had to be kept a secret. Just because there were a few rumors floating around campus about the reason Aspen had been fired didn’t mean people actually knew the truth. But if th
