nineteen KENZIE Brinley puts her arm around me and guides me out of the high school. Being with my friend again feels so good that I could weep. Maybe I’d blocked out just how much I missed her in my life. “We’re going to Lucky’s.” She walks me to a truck I assume is Van’s. “Hate to break it to you, but the bar is closed,” Van says. She stops and stares over the hood of the truck. “You’re the owner. It’s never closed for us.” He chuckles. “Good point.” He clicks the button on his remote to unlock the truck. “We’ll meet you over there,” Easton says. Brinley whips around to face him. “No.” “No?” Easton’s whole face scrunches up. “Why the hell not?” “This is between Kenzie and me. You two need to stay far away until we tell you otherwise.” “But Van gets to go?” Easton whines. Lanc