“About what?” I asked, though I had a feeling I knew what was coming.

“About Brayden being your soul mate.”

“I told you—”

“I know, I know. You don’t believe in soul mates. Still,” he grinned, “if that guy isn’t perfect for you, then I don’t know who is.”

“Well, we’ll see.” I balanced Ms. Terwilliger’s cup on top of the car, so I could drink from my own. “Of course, he doesn’t like modern Shakespearean interpretations, so that might be a deal breaker.”

Trey stared at me in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“No,” I said, giving him a look. “I’m kidding. Well, maybe.” The latte Brayden had made me was pretty good, so I was willing to give him the benefit of a doubt on the Shakespeare thing. “Why do you care so much about my romantic life anyway?”

Trey shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Already, beads of sweat were forming on his tanned skin from the late afternoon sun. “I don’t know. I guess I feel like I owe you for everything that went down with the tattoos. That and all your homework help.”

“You don’t really need my help with that. And the tattoos…” I frowned, as an image of Keith beating on the glass flashed through my mind. Keith’s vampire blood ring had resulted in high-inducing tattoos that had wreaked havoc on Amberwood. Trey, of course, didn’t know about my personal interest in the matter. He just knew I’d gotten rid of those who were using the tattoos to unfair advantage in sports. “I did it because it was the right thing to do.”

That made him smile. “Of course. Still, it’s saved me a lot of grief with my dad.”

“I should hope so. You don’t have any competition on the team now. What more could your dad want?”

“Oh, there’s always something else he thinks I could be the best at. It’s not just football.” Trey had hinted at that before.

“I know what that’s like,” I said, thinking of my own father. A moment of silence fell between us.

“It doesn’t help that my perfect cousin’s coming into town soon,” he said finally. “Makes everything I do look completely lame. You got a cousin like that?”

“Er, not really.” Most of my cousins were on my mom’s side, and my dad tended to shy away from her family.

“You probably are the perfect cousin,” Trey grumbled. “Anyway, yeah, there’re always these expectations in the family… always these tests. Football’s given me some respectability for now.” He winked at me. “That and my awesome chem grade.”

That last comment wasn’t lost on me. “Fine. I’ll text you when I get back tonight. We’ll make it happen.”

“Thanks. And I’ll give Brayden a talking-to so he doesn’t try anything on Thursday.”

My mind was still full of Latin and Shakespeare. “Try what?”

Trey shook his head. “Honestly, Melbourne, I don’t know how you’ve survived this long in the world without me.”

“Oh,” I said, blushing. “That.” Great. Now I had something else to worry about.