This Multiple Choice Question Only Had Me As The Answer Chapter 07

This Multiple Choice Question Only Had Me As The Answer Chapter 07

Early September. Ivy Coast University started. 

Jordan rolled his suitcase to Crestview City alone. 

He stood in front of the main gate for a long time. It used to be the place we’d dreamed of together. 

Now he was there alone. 

Yvonne’s school was right next door. She still found reasons to bother him. 

Her dorm light bulb burned out. She couldn’t figure out how to register for classes. She wanted him to bring her ice water during her orientation drills. 

He went a few times, out of a sense of obligation. But every time, he came back feeling more 

irritated. 

The weather in Crestview turned cold fast. Jordan came down with a bad flu, fever spiking to 103 

degrees. 

His roommate told him to go to the campus 

health center. But he refused, staying in bed 

delirious and talking in his sleep. 

His roommate said he kept mumbling the name 

“Chloe.” 

He dreamed of us as kids, with me calling after 

him, “Jordan, wait up!” 

He dreamed of us in high school, yelling at each. other over some impossible calculus problem. 

He dreamed of me at the airport security gate, 

walking away, while he ran and screamed after 

me, and I never looked back. 

A phone call woke him up. 

It was Yvonne. 

Not asking if his fever had broken. 

She wanted him to walk her to the dining hall. “I had a fight with my roommate. I don’t want to eat 

with them.” 

He hung up. 

Lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about all the times he’d been sick before. How I’d taken his temperature, made him soup, sat by his bed changing cool towels. 

He thought I “didn’t need to be taken care of.” 

But the truth was, I was always the one taking care of him. 

When he got better, he did something crazy. He bought a plane ticket to Fairmont. 

But when he got to the gates of Liberty Military 

Academy, a guard stopped him. 

“This is a restricted military area. No entry.” 

He showed his ID, said he was a friend of a cadet. 

The guard didn’t even glance at it. 

Jordan stood across the street for an entire day, staring at the wall and the closed gate. Like an exile. He didn’t leave until dark. 

That was when he finally understood. 

Distance wasn’t the problem between us anymore. 

It was whether he had the right to stand beside 

me at all. 

He didn’t.