"Do what I can." Walker turns to me. "It's my treat. Bring Emma too. And any other hot friends."

I shake my head. "I'd never sink that low."

He chuckles. "Fair enough." He smiles at Brendon. Then at me. "Tonight. Meet here at eight. Then we'll... well, it's a surprise."

* * *

"It's Walker, isn't it?" Emma pulls open a Vitamin C cap and lets the powder fall into the glass below it.

"No." I bite my lip. That's a good lie. Maybe I should say it's Walker. Dean. Ryan even. Emma wouldn't try to make things happen with Ryan. I think.

"Hmm..." She opens another cap.

"That's enough." I motion to the dozen cellulose caps in the sink. Then to the glass filled with orange power.

"I don't want to do it again." She glances in the mirror, pushing now light purple hair behind her ear.

This is her third Vitamin C wash. For whatever reason, mixing vitamin C with your shampoo is a great way to gently fade color from hair.

After doing Emma's hair for the last few years, I'm an expert.

"One more," I bargain.

She nods. Cracks another capsule. Tosses its remains in the sink. Motions to the shower. "Will you?"

"Of course."

She pulls her bathrobe over her dress. Pushes the shower curtain aside, plants a towel over the edge of the bathtub, then leans back. "Maybe Walker is into Leighton."

"Possible."

"But they don't have it. Something is up with him. And Brendon. He didn't come home last night. That's never happened before."

"Oh."

"Yeah. It's probably nothing. A date. But all he texted was—" She drops her voice two octaves to imitate Brendon. "Staying at Walker's place. I'll see you tomorrow." She moves back to her normal tone. "Like that's supposed to convince me he's not out getting laid."

"It's better that way. Or would you rather hear about his sex life?" I squeeze dandruff shampoo—another good way to fade hair color—into the glass and stir with a metal spoon. There. It's a nice pale orange.

"Yeah, that's true. But I'm still worried."

"It's probably nothing."

"You would know, I guess. You two have been hanging out a lot."

"Only because his work schedule aligns with mine and yours doesn't."

"Yeah. You... you like hanging out with him?"

"You don't?"

"I guess he's all right."

"He's good company." If he ever talks to me again.

She lifts her neck to look at me. "You haven't said anything about school."

"What's there to say?"

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