There was more, but not enough she’d know he was lying.

Still, she did, and he knew it when she asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?” and he knew she wasn’t asking about his face.

“You heard about Mr. Robinson?”

She did. He saw it move over her expression. Her obvious distress weirdly making her even prettier.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Sucks. He’s totally awesome. He’d be such a good dad.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“So, you’re upset about him?” she asked.

“Who wouldn’t be?” he asked back.

“No one,” she murmured, still eyeing him.

Totally didn’t believe him. There was something more, but he wasn’t saying what.

“I’m good, Carissa,” he said firmly.

“If you say so,” she replied doubtfully.

Her eyes strayed to his car. She opened her mouth but closed it and stared into his car.

He turned his head and saw what she saw. His bag. His stuff. Shit from his house.

He looked back at her just in time for her to curl her hand on his, which was resting on top of the open car door, seeming not to care his knuckles were torn and bloody.

“Carson,” she whispered but said nothing more.

“I’m good, Carissa,” he stated, and it came out firm but it also came out rough.

Because she was touching him.

God, just her hand on his felt good.

“You’ve never been good,” she shocked him by saying. It was quiet but he could tell it was also angry. Her hand squeezed his carefully. “But you will be.”

“Yeah,” he grunted, feeling a lot, too much. Her touch. Her being that close. The knowledge that she’d paid attention to him like he did her. The warmth in her eyes mixed with anger and compassion.

No pity.

He knew why she was there. Her mother was sick. Some treatment that wasn’t working. Everyone was talking about it. It wasn’t looking good.

She’d lost her sister.

She was going to lose her mother.

And she still cheered their team to victory, took his back with her bitch girlfriends, was the most popular girl at school dating the most popular guy (who was still a dick and didn’t deserve her), became homecoming queen with big smiles and was nice to everybody.

She didn’t feel pity. She’d lived through a lot.

She felt something else, because she got it like he did. She got that life could seriously suck.

And that something else was something he liked.

Then again, he liked everything about Carissa Teodoro.