We were parked by the river, behind the Verdun auditorium with the heater on full blast.
The car windows were fogged and Nick’s scent was slowly filling up the car, taking me under, deep down into myself, somewhere warm and dangerous I’d never gone to, like a jungle where beasts were lurking in a luxurious foliage.
We’d driven around for an hour, but the car was almost out of gas, so we’d stopped here and had been sitting in silence for minutes.
“God,” Nick said, softly. “I hate this place.” He looked over at me. “Don’t you?”
It wasn’t all that bad.
“But you’re gonna go to school and make something amazing of yourself. You’ll go to Concordia. Live uptown somewhere in a fancy place. You won’t have to worry about money for the rest of your life.” He wasn’t looking at me. “David might ge
