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The Group Chat Without Me
The Group Chat Without Me
Author: WeeWoo

Chapter 1

Author: WeeWoo
Growing up, I always had four boys around me.

They were the most popular guys in school. Friday night football games, weekend pool parties, even who got to sit at their lunch table—people cared about all of it.

But the spot next to them was always saved for me.

My locker was stocked with snacks they'd shoved in there. My phone was full of goofy photos of them from games.

After every party, someone would drape a varsity jacket over my shoulders and walk me home.

So when college acceptances came out, they spread four Stanford letters in front of me and asked if I dared to give up Harvard and go to California with them. I barely hesitated.

We even made a group chat called "Five on the West Coast."

I shared dorm photos, orientation events, even made a road trip route map across the country.

Until the night of the graduation party. Claude lent me his tablet to pick songs, and I saw a chat window he hadn't logged out of.

[So all four of us are staying in Boston with Chloe, and only Vivian actually paid the Stanford deposit?]

[She even made the road trip playlist. When are you guys going to tell her?]

[After she gets to California. If we tell her now, she'll freak out.]

[Vivian can make friends on her own. Chloe can't even go to the cafeteria by herself. She needs us more.]

[Relax. Didn't Claude give Vivian a promise ring and say he'd propose after graduation? She won't break up over four years long-distance.]

I looked down at the ring on my hand.

Last week, Claude was wearing my graduation cap, kissing me on camera, saying what he looked forward to most was starting college together.

Turned out I was the only one who believed it.

They didn't know that a few days ago, I'd already accepted a summer research program in Switzerland recommended by my Stanford advisor.

The flight was booked for three days from now.

I deleted that five-person road trip route map.

This time, I wasn't going to wait for them to come pick me up.

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The projector screen in the living room was still frozen on that line:

[She even made the road trip playlist. When are you guys going to tell her?]

I stood by the sofa, Claude's tablet in my hands.

A few minutes ago, I'd been picking songs for the graduation party. After the tablet connected to the projector, message after message popped up. I opened that group chat—the one without me—and read through how they'd planned to send me to California alone.

The door opened behind me.

Jack came in carrying a bucket of ice. Hunter had a few bottles of non-alcoholic sparkling wine. Ethan stepped aside to let Chloe in first. Claude came last, a pack of red party cups in his hand.

Everyone froze.

Graduation banners still hung outside the door. On the coffee table were the freshman welcome boxes we'd planned to open together tonight.

Mine was from Stanford.

Theirs were all from Harvard.

Claude put the cups down first.

After four years as student council president, he was very good at speaking when everyone else was panicking.

"Okay." He glanced at the screen. "We were going to tell you tonight."

"Tell me what?"

"We decided to stay."

Chloe moved closer to him.

Claude continued, "She doesn't want to start college alone. She finally has friends here. We can't just leave her."

I looked at him.

"So you can leave me?"

"It's not leaving." His tone was like correcting an obvious mistake. "Viv, you're different from her. You can make friends anywhere."

I held up the printed enrollment confirmation from the coffee table.

Before the decision deadline, the four of them had sat in my kitchen with papers just like this, watching me press the button to decline Harvard.

"Who did this?"

Claude glanced at it.

"I changed it."

"So you never confirmed Stanford."

"We just needed you to make a decision first."

My fingertips went cold.

That day, they'd even applauded me. Jack opened the fridge for soda. Hunter filmed me pressing the button, saying he'd put it in our college graduation memory video.

So even that video was part of the joke.

"That night at truth or dare, making me say 'I'm not going anywhere but California' in front of everyone—was that planned too?"

Chloe pressed her lips together.

Jack immediately set the ice bucket on the floor and stepped in front of her.

"It was all of our idea. Don't stare at her."
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  • The Group Chat Without Me   Chapter 30

    “You don’t have to take it,” Jack said. “I just wanted you to know I kept it.”I looked at the medal.“It was always yours.”He swallowed and closed his hand around it.Ethan held a slim sketchbook.“Not the old one. I’m not asking you to take it. I just…”He couldn’t finish.I could imagine how long they had prepared.What to say.Where to stand.How to look as though they weren’t asking for immediate forgiveness.None of that changed the fact that I didn’t want these things.Claude glanced toward the patio.“Chloe left Boston last year.”I said nothing.“We haven’t spoken in a long time. We also gave the school written statements. Everything that happened. Including what we saw and didn’t stop.”“We didn’t repost the video,” Hunter said quietly. “We gave the original files and statements to the school.”I nodded.“That was your responsibility.”“I know.”Claude’s voice was rough.“I used to think once everything with Chloe was settled, you’d stop being angry.”“Then I thought fixing

  • The Group Chat Without Me   Chapter 29

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  • The Group Chat Without Me   Chapter 28

    Ethan handed me an exhibition invitation.“New York. Next month.”I looked at it.He didn’t insist I come.He didn’t ask whether I still liked his designs.“I added your name to the acknowledgments.”“I heard.”“It should have happened sooner.”“Yes.”He looked down.“Thank you for what you did.”I nodded.“That, I’ll accept.”He looked up, surprised.I put the invitation in my document bag.Not a promise.An ordinary invitation.He seemed to understand.He didn’t press.***Hunter stood farthest away.Only after the others had spoken did he approach.“I didn’t photograph you.”I glanced at his camera.“I saw.”“I used to think if something was on film, you could keep it forever.”He gave a small, humorless smile.“Turns out you can’t.”I said nothing.“Do you still take pictures?”“Yes.”“With that camera?”“I still have it. It’s been repaired.”He stared.Perhaps he had imagined I’d thrown away everything connected to the past.“The camera didn’t do anything wrong,” I said.His eyes

  • The Group Chat Without Me   Chapter 27

    “Being independent doesn’t mean needing no one,” I continued.“It means choosing who to ask, who to travel with, and when to leave.”The girl nodded and sat down.My mother’s eyes were wet.She smiled at me.***Applause filled the room when the presentation ended.I bowed.When I straightened, the four of them were standing too.For a moment, Claude seemed to have forgotten how to clap.Jack’s eyes were red.Ethan took off his glasses and wiped them.Hunter finally lifted his camera.Then looked at me.Across the room, he raised a hand slightly, asking.I didn’t respond.He waited two seconds.Put the camera down.I turned to hug my colleagues.I didn’t feel triumphant.I didn’t feel regret.I was simply happy.And that happiness belonged entirely to me.***Claude waited at the end of the corridor.Not in the middle of the exit.He didn’t reach out to stop me.He only said my name.“Vivian.”I stopped.Beside me, Nora looked at my face.“Go ahead. I’ll catch up,” I told her.“Want me

  • The Group Chat Without Me   Chapter 26

    A row of lockers had been replaced by a display area.I stopped.Nothing dramatic happened.No one rushed out to apologize.The wounds didn’t all tear open at once.I simply remembered.How cold my wet skirt had felt.The sound of the camera hitting the steps.Looking toward the far end of the hall.No one coming.I stood there and slowly breathed out.Then walked outside.***On presentation day, my phone buzzed all morning.Colleagues checking materials.The moderator confirming pronunciation.My mother asking whether I needed comfortable shoes.Backstage, Nora adjusted my microphone cable.“Cold hands?”“A little.”She gave me a hand warmer.“Don’t take it onstage. Leo almost projected the wrapper onto the screen last time.”“That was two years ago,” someone protested nearby.I laughed.Beyond the door, the audience gradually quieted.The host began introducing us.At the side of the stage, I heard my name.Vivian Moretti.Not someone’s girlfriend.Not the girl four boys protected.

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