While getting ready on Wednesday morning, everything fall into places perfectly. My hair is cooperating with me, my outfit comes together nicely, and my skin allows me to be light on my makeup. Everything goes fine until I walk out to my car and see a flat tire on the driver's side. In a panic I call Casey who manages to pick me up on time. "You're a life-saver, you know," I tell her once I'm buckled in. "Tell me something I don't know." She glances at me and smiles. "You look cute today." To make her mad I say, "As opposed to other days?" "Oh, you know what I mean." All morning I had been listening to Nirvana, so it was only appropriate to wear my Nirvana tank top. I matched it with a red and black flannel, a pair of distressed, light-wash shorts, and some red converse. Casey, on the other hand, has on a black and white striped dress with a lightweight army green jacket. Stylish, as usual. "Hey, I know I've apologized a million times for the pool incident, but I still feel awful," she says. "And I've forgiven you a million times," I stress. She doesn't remember exactly what Tyler says to her to make her upset that night. I tried to help her remember, but she'd been to drunk to remember details. She's been avoiding him since then. "I think I'm going to talk to Tyler today. I've just been so embarrassed by all of it." "If he turns out to be a jerk, then don't bother giving him a second chance." She parks in her usual spot. "Let's get today over with." I haven't told Casey about Jacob and I being friends yet. He hasn't really talked to me much so I figure there isn't a whole lot to tell her. "You want to go see a movie or something tonight?" Casey asks as we're walking inside the main building. I'm going to say yes until I remember that Dylan wants to take me somewhere tonight. We haven't talked much either, so I don't even know if those plans were still on. "Um, let me get back to you on that one." We part ways and head to class. For lunch, Casey and I eat in the cafeteria again. The salad I buy looks great until I see Casey's cheese fries on her tray. In an attempt to put off the craving, I load more ranch onto my salad. "I didn't talk to Tyler," she says as she pokes at her fries. "I thought today was the day to do it?" "Well, we usually talk when we have to do partner work, and we haven't done any. He didn't even look at me. I think I was the one who made a mess of things at the party." There's no way of knowing what really happened. Casey had been too drunk to remember, and Tyler isn't exactly forthcoming with any information. "Maybe this will just have to settle on its own." "It's frustrating," she says before shoving a forkful of fries into her mouth. That's it. I push my salad aside and stand up. "I'll be right back." I wait in line for the cheese fries and pray they won't run out before I get to them. My mind wanders to Jacob. There's a food truck downtown that sells pretty good cheese fries. Jacob and I would stop by on some Friday nights to pig out. I hate myself for it, but I miss those times. "Couldn't resist the cheese?" Dylan is standing next to me, wearing a broad smile. His green shirt make his light green eyes pop and I blink before I can respond. "Who can?" I ask, laughing along. "No more Monday blues?" "Not anymore, no." "Good," he nods. "Are you still coming with me tonight?" The way he says it makes me more excited than nervous, but I don't want to come across as too excited. "Sure." He looks me up and down and I'm about to scold him for checking me out so obviously when he says, "Did you figure out where we're going?" "No?" "Well, it's safe to say that you don't have to change before we go." That's when it hits me. "Um, my car has a flat tire so I got a ride with Casey this morning. I don't know if you wanted me to meet you there, or..." The line moves and we both move forward. "You don't know how to change a tire?" I shake my head. My parents had talked about teaching me, but neither one of them got around to doing it. He stays quiet for a second before he says, "I can change it for you. I mean, unless your dad or someone else wants to." The word dad stings. I try not to get visibly upset. "Actually, if you could do it that'd be great." "Let me get your number so you can text me your address later." I smirk at him. "Dylan Parker wants my phone number?" It's clear he tries to hide a smile, but it breaks through anyway. "Do you want my help or not, Lace?" "Okay, okay. Let me see your phone." He surrenders his phone and I type my number in. "Here," I hand it back to him. "I'll see you in class," he says. "Wait, you aren't getting cheese fries?" "Unlike you, I can resist the cheese." He winks at me before walking away. I happily sit back down with my cheese fries and Casey eyes me. "Dylan Parker again?" she asks. "I have something to tell you," I say, knowing I need to fess up. "Me and Dylan are going somewhere tonight."