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“Because she doesn’t have a trust fund set up specifically for her pre-med and medical school education. I know that college can be stressful, trying to juggle your social life and all your classes. But Juli wasn’t cut out for it. Your father knew that. He knew it would be effortless for you.”

“Are you saying that the reason Orgo is destroying me is that I’m just not trying hard enough?” I tried to keep the growl out of my voice, but I just couldn’t.

“I’m saying that there must be something — or someone — distracting you. Put your head down. Lean in, Josephine. That money isn’t sitting in that account for nothing. When you become the next Doctor Daly, you’ll be keeping your father’s memory alive. And I don’t want you to throw that away because you want to take the easy way out. Seriously, what else are you spending your time on between sorority things and classes? Do we need for you to deactivate from Kappa Delta?”

“We don’t need to do anything. I can handle myself.”

“Well, it certainly doesn’t sound like it. What are your responsibilities after classes?”

I gave Mom a look, and she just gave me one right back.

Finally, I relented. I didn’t know how to avoid it. Mom would have held that stare forever. “Chapter is on Monday nights. And that’s about it.”

“What else? There has to be something else if you literally don’t have time to go to class and do your homework and sleep.”

That was when it hit me. That was literally all mom expected me to do. Ever.

“I have to work on bedside manner, too. I volunteer at Rowland House and sometimes at the hospital.”

Mom lowered her chin, raised her eyebrows, and looked at me. I knew that look. She was waiting for more of an explanation.

“Because Doctor O’Donnell recommended it!” I tried to keep my eyes steady on Mom’s. I wasn’t quite lying, but it was enough, and I knew that when I wasn’t telling the truth I tended to dart my eyes around.

“Well, okay. For now. But if it gets in the way any more, you’re going to have to rethink that, Josephine. The most important thing right now is getting into med school. Bedside manner can wait.”

I sighed and looked out the window. Another long silence. Then I tapped my phone, absentmindedly checking it for texts.

“Are you sure there’s no boy you’re not telling me about?” I could tell Mom was trying to make her voice lighter, be friendly with me again. But she couldn’t rag on me so hard for my grades and then expect me to tell her about my personal life, especially since my grades had basically been my social life for so long.

“No. No, there’s not.”

That, at least, wasn’t a lie. Not at all.

Chapter 10

Tuesday
morning, I sat in the business classroom, still in my coat, tapping my nails in a frantic rhythm on the desk. I hadn’t been able to decide whether to take a seat at the front of the classroom, so I could completely suppress the urge to speak to Hawk at all, or in the back, so I could hiss at him throughout the class.

As much as I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, my thoughts about him hadn’t become any more detailed or organized since I’d whined to Cat yesterday. I certainly didn’t want to stammer and stutter or, God forbid, cry in the middle of this stupid business class.

So I sat in the front.

But the seats behind me slowly filled up, and then Professor Simon walked into the classroom and started droning on about the global marketplace. I checked my phone. No texts. Hawk was five minutes late, then ten, then half an hour.

Guess he was ditching this class, too. My stomach clenched. After spending the weekend anticipating our confrontation, his no-show made me feel like he was ditching me. All over again.

When Professor Simon called a five-minute break, I felt like I was on autopilot. I shouldered my bag and headed for the bathroom, but passed it and kept right on walking. I went all the way out to the bus stop, said a silent prayer of thanks that the bus was pulling up right then, and rode it all the way to Sansom.

Yes, it was a little stalker-y. Yes, I was worried I’d run into Hawk’s real girlfriend when I was there. But I didn’t know how else to get a hold of him.

On the way there, I tore out a piece of notebook paper so angrily that the bottom corner ripped away, stuck in the notebook. I fumbled in my messenger bag for a pen, and damn me, the only one I found was a sparkly purple one. It was like the universe wanted me to be a Josephine-cliché.

On the mangled paper, I scribbled a note.

Hawk —

If all you care about is your precious bar, that’s fine, but the least you could do is text me back or show up to class if you’re not going to do that. If you’re not going to respect a girl you had a one night stand with, at least respect her need to get good grades. That’s what I’m in college for, even if you’re not.

— J

The bus stopped a block from the bar, and I hopped off, folding the note more violently than I had ever creased a sheet of paper in my life. I rounded the corner of the building, finding respite from the howling wind in the alleyway that housed Hawk’s front door. I hadn’t remembered if there was a mailbox there, but I was both relieved and nervous to see a gray-painted metal box with a piece of packing paper taped to it, reading “Hawkins” in the same scrawl that Hawk had used to write me that note. I took a deep breath, shoved the note in there, and let my rage burn up through my chest as I turned on my heel to go.

Which was exactly the moment the loud, jerky, tripping rumble of Hawk’s bike rounded the corner.

I should have kept going. I shouldn’t have stopped and whipped around. But my heart soared and I knew, despite my better judgment, I wanted to see that beautiful face again. Even if it was for the last time.

Hawk pulled up, helmet on, and behind him on the bike, pressed right up against him like I had been just four days ago, was a girl. She had long, wavy, black hair that ran down her back and streamed out of the shiny, full-head helmet.

She got off the bike like there was a fire under her ass while he kicked the stand down. Her hand hooked under the front of her helmet and whipped it off, dropping it on the ground beside the bike.

And I stood there, my feet frozen to the ground, even though a horrible burning feeling crept over my skin and up my neck, setting my whole head on fire.

“Joey.” Hawk got off the bike, lifted his helmet off, and set it lovingly on the seat. He flashed the girl a look and took a deep breath, then spoke to her. “I’ll see you upstairs.”

“What — you’re not going to introduce me? Clearly, this bitch was waiting for you.”

My mouth dropped open, my eyes narrowed, and I shook my head quickly. “I… God, I’m…whatever.” I turned on my heel to go, but Hawk caught up with me and caught my wrist, tugging me gently back around.

“Joey. This is my sister, Olivia.” I’d never heard a voice sound more weary at an introduction.

“Your
sister
?” The burning feeling receded into a shortness of breath and sheer embarrassment. “But you told me…” I stopped myself before I could say the rest. That he told me she had cancer. That I thought she died.

Too bad Olivia picked up on it. “You told her I had cancer? Did you let her think I was dead?” Olivia’s mouth gaped, and she slowly turned to stare Hawk down.

He hadn’t let me think of much at all that night, to be honest, except kissing him. I had assumed‘ “leukemia”‘ meant she had died.

“He wishes I was. Dead.”

“Olivia…” Hawk growled in a very different tone than I had found sexy the last time we’d been together.

One huge thing about this didn’t make sense, though. If Olivia was his sister, and he didn’t have anything to hide, why the hell hadn’t he returned my messages? This was the Hawk that drove me up the wall, that made me want to rage. And right now, that rage was getting the better of me.

“Why didn’t you text me back?” I asked.

Olivia crossed her arms and glared at Hawk. “Because he’s a fucking loser and can’t take care of his shit to save his life.”

“Language, Olivia.”

“Are you seriously fucking talking to me like you’re Dad? Because you’re not. You can’t handle half the shit he did half as well as he did.”

“Well, Dad had his own problems.” Hawk’s voice had dropped so low that I had to strain to hear him. Which I did.

“You shut your fucking face about Dad’s problems.” She stood there, staring at him with wide eyes and her lips turned down, which somehow made her look vulnerable despite what she was saying.

I watched Hawk’s jaw flex as he stared back at her, taking deep breaths through his nose. “You can talk to me like that whenever the fuck you want, but not in front of my friends. Do you understand? We’ll talk about this upstairs.”

“Well, I have news for you, big brother.” Olivia sneered. “You can’t tell me what to do or where I’m going to do it. Ever.”

“Olivia, please. What do you
think
you’re going to do? You can’t drive the bike, and I know for a fact you have no cash for the bus.”

She glared at him for a solid second before she turned and stalked to the door. With her key in the lock, she said, “If you’re not up in five minutes, I split.” Then the door slammed shut behind her.

There were so many things I wanted to say to Hawk, that I wanted to ask him. What the hell had happened to his phone? How it was possible that we lived in the same town and yet hadn’t communicated since he had given me the best orgasm of my life? But meeting Olivia and watching her freaking out had pretty much answered all those questions and told me that Hawk needed one thing — for me to listen.

If only I hadn’t dropped that damn ranting note in his mailbox. Holy hell, I was no better than she was.

“I’ve gotta go up to talk to her, and she’ll lose her shit if you come up, too,” Hawk said, kicking at the ground. “She hasn’t already lost her shit?”

Hawk laughed once and rolled his eyes up and to the side, just like I did when I was trying to keep from crying. I remembered the move well from when Dad was in the hospital.

“This is nothing. In fact, her insane temper is one of the reasons she’s here at my place right now.” He rubbed the back of his neck, squeezing and rolling it back. “Do you mind waiting right inside? Like, at the bottom of the stairs? I’m so sorry, but she actually will completely lose it if you come up.”

“I… I can come back…” But I didn’t really want to make that offer, and my voice betrayed it. I didn’t want to lose sight of him, given how difficult it was to nail him down in the first place.

“No. No, I want you here.”

He wanted me here. Pretty much the opposite of the message I’d gotten since I’d seen him last. But I nodded, not knowing what to say. Hawk shot me an apologetic look as he let us both in and dashed up the stairs, mumbling, “Just don’t go anywhere.”

The tone and inflection of his voice sounded — and felt — exactly the same as when he’d asked me to stay the other night. Lonely and cautious. Not how I would have thought of Hawk when I first met him at all. My heart twisted.

Ten seconds later, Olivia started screaming again. Hawk’s deeper voice came in shorter bursts between her long tirades. The distance of a floor and a stairwell between us managed to do a good enough job of muffling her voice that I couldn’t actually make out her words, but thirty seconds after the shouting started, I heard a huge crash of something breaking on the floor. Then the door slammed shut again, and Olivia flew down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Hawk was right on her heels, pulling on his jacket as he came down.

Olivia slammed the main door behind her as she left. Right before Hawk reached it, he turned on his heel and met my eyes.

“I’m leaving my bag here,” he said, dropping his worn canvas messenger bag on the concrete floor. “Let yourself in. There should be something to eat if you’re hungry, if you can avoid the shards.”

Then he was gone.

I blew out a breath and plopped down on the first step, trying to make sense of the storm of emotions brewing inside me. I’d gone from hating Hawk to being crazy about him to hating him again to feeling sorry for him. And most of all, I was frickin’ confused. I definitely wasn’t ready to walk back into that apartment — wasn’t ready to face the memory of being there with him. Not yet.

And maybe I was a little pissed off that I hadn’t known all this about him before I slept with him. Not that it would have changed anything. Or maybe it would have.

Being with Hawk — or around Hawk or in a fight with Hawk — made me question every single thing about myself and my life. And I didn’t know whether I loved it or hated it.

My life just didn’t work like this. Never had, anyway. Ever since Dad died, I knew the exact path it would take. Now, between struggling so hard while I was only a junior at pre-med and having totally confusing feelings for this totally confusing guy and my mini-freak out during rounds the other day, I had no idea where my life was going anymore — who I even was.

The one thing I knew was that I didn’t know anything. Which meant that I could not let Hawk read that note that made me sound like I thought I knew everything.

“Shit.” I launched myself off my perch on the stair and paced once, twice through the narrow hallway, the concrete dull and unforgiving beneath my feet. “Shit, shit, shit.”

My eyes fell on Hawk’s bag. He’d told me to let myself up, and where else would his keys be? And the key for his front door had to be on the same ring as the one for his mailbox. It just had to be.

I fumbled through his bag, which really just included his wallet, a few notebooks, a book we’d been assigned for that damn business class — which meant he did actually care, damn him — and finally my fingers hit the cold metal of his keys at the bottom.

“Yes!” I ran outside and jammed the small brass one, which looked just like every mailbox key I’d ever had, into the lock at the front of the gray metal box, and the front swung open. Enough junk mail to last a week — and probably some bills, too — exploded out onto the ground. One or two of them skittered away with the wind, and I scooped up the main pile in one hand while chasing them. After a few frantic minutes, more dropped mail, and a couple of breathless sprints back and forth across the cold, windy alley, I’d re-gathered everything that had come out of the mailbox.

Olivia was right about one piece of his shit Hawk didn’t have together — actually checking his mail. Still, half my sorority sisters left their mailboxes crammed full of junk mail for weeks on end, too. Pretty normal.

I shuffled through the thick stack of envelopes and advertisements once, then twice, and didn’t find the sheet of notebook paper. I had no idea where Hawk had gone with his sister, but he said he’d be back soon. How long was soon?

“Dammit,” I whispered.

My fingers trembled, and I flipped through wildly once more. Finally, the ragged edge of the paper brushed my finger, and I triumphantly yanked it from an advertisement for carpet cleaning. Hawk probably would have thrown it out anyway. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. There was no trash anywhere in sight, so I crammed it in my back jeans pocket, shoved the rest of the mail back in the box, and slammed it shut.

Now I just had to find the key for the heavy metal door that led from the alley into the stairwell. I tried one, then two. Only one fit in the lock, but I couldn’t budge it. Just as I was trying the third one, the tripping, spitting rumble of Hawk’s bike came around the corner.

He killed the ignition and dismounted immediately, pulling off his helmet in one smooth motion. “Hey, what’re you doing outside?”

I shook my head frantically, then realized I looked like an idiot and swallowed hard.
Calm down, Joey. It’s gonna be fine. You didn’t do anything wrong — yet.

“I…uh… I just wanted a breath of air. It was kind of crazy in there.”

“I’m sorry. I really am. I want to explain….”

“No, really, it’s okay.” Why was I saying that? If I wanted him to invite me up — and no matter what my logic said, everything in me was screaming that all I wanted was to be back in that apartment with him — then I needed to hear him out. “But,” I stammered, “I am freezing. Do you have some coffee or something?”

Hawk’s shoulders relaxed, and a look of relief swept over his face. “Yeah. Just let me get her inside.”

It took me a second to realize he was talking about the bike. “Oh, yeah,” I said.

He motioned for the keys, and I handed them over and moved aside to let him open the door, which I held as he wheeled the bike into the stairwell.