“You’re not supposed to come here,” she whispers angrily as we step out of the weight room. Or that’s how she sounds. Because what I feel when she finally stops to look at me is fear, not anger. “Didn’t they tell you that?”

They who? There are infinite possibilities. None of them especially good.

“I don’t know who you’re—”

“Stop,” she says, a hand raised in my face. And just like that all of her feelings vanish, and up goes that brick wall. Like Kelsey’s.

“You’re blocking me,” I say, even though I would have said a second earlier that I would be better off not saying anything.

“You can’t shut up, can you?” She’s irritated. Or I’m assuming irritated. All I can read now is that brick wall. “Just go to Delaney’s.” She rolls her eyes when I stare blankly at her. “The bar where Leo works. And don’t go around asking everyone where he is when you get there. He’s the only barback with a ponytail.” She pulls back and looks me up and down, then shakes her head. “Seriously, you have got to start keeping your mouth shut. It’s bad for everyone.”

And with that she turns and heads back toward the weight room. I watch through the glass as the guy in the crew T-shirt shouts something at her from across the room. But she just holds up her middle finger in response, which makes his lifting partner laugh.

WE ASK FIVE people on campus where Delaney’s is and none of them have a clue. Jasper even quickly checks the map on his phone. It only takes a second to realize that Delaney’s isn’t listed.

“Now what?” Jasper asks, swiping his phone off and slipping it in his back pocket. “Maybe it’s not even a real place?”

“It’s real,” I say, though I wonder again if my hope is getting in the way of my actual instincts.

We continue on through campus, asking student after student if they’ve heard of Delaney’s. Even though that is probably the opposite of keeping my mouth shut. Each time they say no. But then the students we’re asking—the ones alone, carrying books even during the summer—are the exact wrong ones.

It isn’t until we are almost at the gates on the other side of campus that I finally spot a much better alternative: a pack of totally wasted people.

“Them,” I say to Jasper, pointing. “Come on.”

And sure enough, when we finally stop them, Delaney’s is exactly where they are coming from.