“No one called me names today, I’m seeing Tyler, and Lou is terrified of nuns. It’s been a great day.”

“Sooooo, Knox,” comes from Piper. “Is this serious?”

I have no clue. “It’s a one day at a time kind of thing.”

“And it’s really true that he paid for your housing? Isn’t that kind of weird? I mean, do you feel like you owe him?” I confessed in film class today about Knox being my donor.

“Not in favors, if you get my drift, but I’ll pay him back. I’ve gotten almost three thousand in tips saved this year,” I say.

Piper looks around at the dingy diner. “Girl, you’re gonna have to wait a lot more tables to get to ten grand.”

True, but I can do it. It will just take some time.

“He wrote you that secret admirer letter, so I’m not so sure he wants you to pay him back,” Wyatt says with an eye waggle. “He’s rich—let him take care of you.”

Let him take care of me? Um, no.

Piper scowls. “I don’t know about him. He’s the Shark, and he was mean to you last year. Remember that time he scared you in the locker room after the game?”

Hmmm, I remember, though maybe I wasn’t actually that scared.

She continues. “I mean, you’re not very experienced, and everyone says he’s this bad boy who only has sex from—” She throws a hand over her mouth and looks at Tyler, who’s humming his ABCs. “Crap,” she whispers. “Little ears. I’ll rein it in.”

Wyatt laughs, sipping on a Coke. “So, Ava, does he only do it that way?”

A slow blush steals up my cheeks when I think back to last night. “I plead the fifth.”

Piper rolls her eyes. “Well, enough about the Shark. I have news! It’s incredible! It’s…” She pauses, takes a drink, and holds up her index finger in a wait a minute motion.

“What is it, bozo?” Tyler asks, and I snicker and elbow him.

“Piper likes to drag things out for maximum effect. Give her a drumroll.”

Tyler beats his hands on the table, and Wyatt and I pick it up.

Piper lets her straw go. Purses her lips. “Well, you know how bad I want to go to Vandy, but we don’t have the money, and since most of the scholarships are only half of admission, I wrote a letter to my uncle in Seattle who went there and became a doctor. Never got married and is filthy rich. You met him at Christmas once, Ava.”

She has a ton of relatives and I’ve met several at holiday functions.

She titters. “I asked him very prettily if he would consider making up the difference on a scholarship and he said…YES!”

My lips part. Visions of Vandy dance in my head and jealousy rises up for half a second before I battle it back. Piper deserves the best.

“Whoa,” I say, totaling up a year in my head. Tuition is roughly $48,000; room and board is $18,000; books and miscellaneous is $1500; other random expenses are $2500. A year at Vandy is over $100,000, so half of that would be $50,000. She has a nice uncle.

“Nice,” murmurs Wyatt.

“Where are you thinking of going?” Piper says to me.

“Community college, then a state school, probably. I haven’t gotten all my applications straight. But Vandy—I’m so happy for you. Congrats, Piper.” I stuff a fry in and swallow it down. Don’t be sad, don’t be. I smile at her.

“What about you, Wyatt?” Piper beams.

He cocks his head. “Somewhere in Nashville so I can be close to my mom. Maybe Vandy. I haven’t worked it out yet. I’d like to play baseball somewhere.”

My heart dips as I think of Piper and Wyatt going off to big-time schools without me.

Tyler leans in over the table toward Wyatt. “Did those tattoos hurt?”

“Yes,” he replies solemnly. “I don’t recommend it for a six-year-old.”

“Balls.”

Wyatt snorts. “Ava mentioned you’re an artist?”

“I draw,” Tyler deadpans.

“Yeah? Well, I’ve been thinking about getting a new one, a dragon for our school mascot. Can you draw that?” Wyatt gives him a steely look, and I smile seeing Tyler’s spine grow straighter.

“He’s throwing down a challenge, Tyler,” I whisper out of the side of my mouth.

Tyler sets down his burger, wipes his hands on his pants, and gives Wyatt a long look. I think I see myself in his eyes. Determination.

“I can draw you the bestest dragon you have ever seen. What colors do you want?”

“Kickass,” I murmur. “You should see this kid—freaking amazing.”

Wyatt grins at Tyler. “Red and gold. You draw it and I’ll see if I like it.”

“Deal!” They shake on it.

“Carrot cake!” Lou calls out as he approaches our table with a platter. “It’s gonna go bad tomorrow so somebody’s gotta eat it!” He pauses at the looks on our faces. “That’s a joke. It’s good for at least two more days.”

Tyler says he doesn’t want any carrots on his cake, so Wyatt takes his piece. I laugh as I see Lou box up the rest and hand it over to Sister Margaret to take back to the other Darth Vaders or whoever else might want it.

After everyone leaves, I’m watching their taillights when Lou eases up next to me. “You’ve done good, Ava. He’s happy. You’ve got friends. You’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Yes.” I sigh. Lou knows everything since I had to take a few weeks off after the keg party, and while he isn’t the type to give hugs, he pats me carefully on the back.

It’s ten by the time I pull up at the dorm, park, and get out, thankful for the good streetlights in the area as I fast-walk to the front entrance.

“Ava,” comes a male voice on my right, and I nearly jump into the bushes.

“Knox! What in the blue hell! You nearly scared me out of my shoes—”

He’s leaning back against his car before he straightens and jogs over to me. “I wasn’t thinking. Sorry. I texted you I’d be here, but you must have been driving.”

Wearing low-slung jeans and a tight Dragons shirt, he towers over me. Dark hair frames his face.

“You look good,” he says gruffly, running his eyes over my frayed shorts and Lizzo shirt.

I laugh, knowing I probably smell like grease from the diner. My smile subsides when I take in his expression. “What’s up?”

He seems to gather himself and smiles. “Just missed you.”

A blush steals up my face, recalling us naked in my bed. Was it just last night? It seems a million miles away. “I missed you too. How’s Dane?”

He takes a deep breath. “He’s messed up. When I got home this morning, he…he was at the lowest I’ve ever seen him. He wanted to die, and I-I didn’t know what to do.”

Oh, Knox… “I’m so sorry! Is he okay? Is there anything I can do?”

He flinches and looks away from me, scanning the parking lot. “No. My dad’s home with him—” He stops when several underclassmen rush out the front doors and call out to him. He gives them a half-hearted wave.

“Do you want to come upstairs and talk? I can sneak you in the side entrance—”