I figured Jackson was on my mind so much because I was grateful for what he’d done for me. If I sort of paid him back with a kindness, maybe it would help me stop dwelling on it.

Amelia stood in the doorway as if ready to make a quick exit if necessary. She eyed a bearded man at the far table.

“Do you want anything?” I asked.

“No, I’m good.”

I replaced the Sharpie in the jar and we returned to the car.

“What does Jackson have first period?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. Here, I’ll find out.” She typed something into her phone, then started the engine and backed out of the parking lot.

“Who did you ask?”

“Social media. It knows all.”

“You asked the internet world what Jackson has first period?”

“Yes. If he doesn’t answer, someone else will.”

She was right. By the time we got to school, several people had answered her post. “Peer Counseling, C building.”

“Peer Counseling?”

“That’s what they said. Four different people.”

“And he claimed he was horrible at advice.”

“Do you know anyone who actually goes and gets counseled by their peers? I think they just sit around watching movies and stuff.”

I honestly didn’t know. “Thanks for driving me.”

“You’re welcome.” She headed toward her first class and I headed for Jackson’s.

It was still prebell, so I didn’t expect him to be in class, but I looked anyway. He sat at a long table in the back, gaze on his phone. There were only a few other people in the room and no teacher yet. I opened the door and went to his table.

“Hey,” I said, setting the drink in front of him.

He looked up and surprise lit his face. “Hey. Are you lost?”

“That’s for you.” I pushed the drink closer. “See you later.”

“Moore,” he called after me.

I turned around and walked backward a few steps.

“What’s it for?”

“Don’t ask questions, Holt. Just drink it.”

He smiled. He had a nice smile, even though it always looked like it knew a secret.

I happened to catch another guy’s eyes as I walked out of the classroom, and he looked just as surprised as Jackson. I glared at him until he looked away. What was the big deal? It was just a drink.

At lunch, as I headed to find Amelia, Jackson fell in step beside me and plucked out one of my earbuds. “We are definitely not even.”

I took out the other one and turned off my music. “Why not?”

“Because I just bought you hot chocolate in a line I was already standing in. And you didn’t even drink it. You bought me cider. Where did you even find cider around here?”

“It wasn’t payback for the hot chocolate. It was payback for the whole me-ruining-your-sweater-with-my-mascara thing.”