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“She’s been here?” I mean, I know she was supposed to start work, but I thought after what happened she would have ditched that plan.

Isa nods. “I keep tellin’ her you want to be left alone. Last night she begged me to come up here so she could talk to you, but I told her you weren’t up for it.”

“I don’t want to see anyone. Especially Monika.” I don’t tell Isa what I want to say—that it’s my fault Monika’s boyfriend is dead.

Isa stops and turns to me. “Two of the men I fell in love with died, Vic. You still have to live. Hell, it hurts like a bitch, but I’m doin’ it every day.” She touches my arm. “I get it.”

“Nobody gets it,” I tell her. “Not even you.”

Chapter Twenty-eight

MONIKA

Mr. Miller’s class has been tough to sit through, mainly because I can’t stop focusing on the empty chair in front of the classroom—Vic’s chair.

“Does anyone know where Victor Salazar is?” he asks.

“He’s gone,” Cassidy chimes in. “Nobody has heard from him.” She shifts her focus to me. “Right, Monika?”

I shrug. Why is everyone looking at me? Okay, so I know where he’s been hiding out. It’s not like I’m going to tell anyone. I wish he’d talk to me though. I miss him.

Vic hasn’t shown up at school for two weeks now. It’s bad enough that Trey isn’t here. Having Vic gone makes the pain worse. I don’t know what to do.

I corner his sister Dani in the hallway before fifth period. She’s talking to a bunch of girls.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I ask her.

She shrugs. “I guess.”

The girl isn’t easy to talk to. Dani looks as if running away from me is her number one goal. She motions for her friends to wait. “I was, um, wondering if you heard from Vic.”

“My dad cut him off when he ran away,” she says.

“Have you heard from him?”

She shakes her head. “Listen, Monika, I haven’t heard from him and don’t expect to. I gotta go.”

Before I can ask her more questions, she walks past me to join her friends.

A few underclassmen pass me. “Did you hear that Vic was talking smack to Trey before that brutal tackle?” someone says in an excited, gossipy tone.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he did it on purpose. Trey was everything that Vic wasn’t,” someone else adds.

“You know what they say: keep your friends close, but your enemies closer,” another chimes in, this time from one of the junior guys on the varsity football team.

“Are you okay?” Ms. Goldsmith, one of the biology teachers, asks me as I stare after the gossipers. “Do you need to go to the social worker?”

“No,” I tell her, remembering the announcement about the social workers being on call and available every period for students who need to talk about their struggles with the death of a classmate.

The impact of Trey’s death is huge in our small town, especially one as football-oriented as Fremont. Everyone is still buzzing about it. Of course, every time I walk near people and they realize I’m there, all of a sudden the talk stops. They treat me like I’m a leper, someone so fragile I’ll break if I hear Trey’s name.

“You look distraught, Monika. I think you should talk to someone. Come with me,” Ms. Goldsmith says, urging me to follow her toward the school office.

“I’m fine,” I tell her, wishing I could run in the opposite direction.

She pats me on the back. “I know you’re going through a lot right now. You need to reach out for help, even if you don’t want to.”

Soon we’re in the main office. Ms. Goldsmith whispers to the secretary, “This is Monika Fox, Trey’s girlfriend.”

The secretary nods as if she understands the urgency and rushes to the social worker’s office. While I’m standing there waiting, Marissa Salazar walks into the room.

“Have you talked to Vic?” I ask her.

“No.” She quickly turns around and walks out. So now I’m standing here more confused than ever.

Less than a minute later I’m ushered into Mrs. Bean’s office.

Our social worker is a tall, redheaded woman with shoulder-length hair. She motions for me to sit on the chair opposite her desk. “I’m sorry about Trey,” she says in a soft, high-pitched tone. “He was an exemplary student who was looked up to by his peers and the community. His passing has affected a lot of people.”