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who she is talking about.
    “The one that’s eye fucking you over there.” Jessa points to the dark-haired girl. Now that I see her face, she looks a few years younger than us. Her black bob hair cut has a few dyed strips of red. A cute striped dress that ends mid-thigh covers her tight black leggings. The way she’s staring over at Brady’s ass tells me for sure she wants him.
    Brady turns around and then back to us. “That’s Kara. She’s a…family friend,” he stutters, making me think he’s lying.
    “Oh.” Jessa rolls her eyes, matching my thoughts.
    “So, what do you want to do?” He gazes down to me.
    “Um…I don’t really care. Whatever you want is fine.”
    “Then let’s go. I’m starving and you owe me a meal.” He smirks, holding his hand out for me to take.
    “Alright.” I grab his hand without a second thought. “Are you coming?” I turn around to Jessa, still sitting in the booth. The other Invisibles make their way over and Rob scoots in next to her.
    She looks at him and then back to me. I raise my eyebrows questioning her. Before the band’s set she couldn’t get away from Rob fast enough and now she is debating whether or not to stay with him.
    “I’ll take her home,” Rob says, his eyes not leaving hers.
    “Are you sure, Jessa?” I ask, concerned.
    “Yeah, see you back at the dorm.” She waves her hand toward me, keeping her eyes locked with Rob. I swear she is so confusing.
    “Alright, if you’re sure,” I respond cautiously.
    “Just go W.A.S.P. I’ve got her.” Rob raises his eyebrows.
    “What the fuck, Rob? Step back,” Brady hollers at him.
    “It’s fine. Let’s go.” I start to walk out of Aces, not looking at Rob.
    “Rob, we will be talking later,” Brady tells him before coming up behind me.
    “I’m sorry about that.” He grabs my hand and turns me around to face him.
    “It’s fine. I’m used to it…well…not really, but I know I don’t really fit in here,” I say quietly, keeping my head down as I shuffle my feet back and forth on the cracked cement sidewalk. The truth is I am or was a wasp. Before I came to this school, I attended the finest college on the eastern shore. My parents are wasps, my friends are wasps, and their parents are wasps.
    “Hey, Rob’s an asshole. Don’t let him get to you.” He places his finger under my chin, bringing me up to meet his face. “You owe me a dinner and I plan on making you pay.” He grabs my hand and leads me to his car.
    Fifteen minutes later, we are off campus and downtown at some dive diner off the highway. When we enter there are a few older men at the counter, but all the booths are open. Brady lets me pick the table so I choose one in the back corner. A waitress in her fifties with her hair pulled back in a bun and wearing a pink and white dress and an apron comes over, handing us menus.
    “Hi, Brady,” she says, glancing from him to me. “Who is your friend?” she smiles.
    “This is Sadie,” he answers, holding his hand out toward me. “Sadie, this is Jacks.”
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sadie.” She puts out her hand for me to shake and I oblige.
    “It’s nice to meet you too,” I concur, noticing her name tag actually reads Jackie. Brady seems to shorten everyone’s names.
    “So, you two, what will it be?” Jackie asks, taking out her pencil and paper.
    “Do you mind if I order for you?” Brady questions, shy and hesitant, so I nod. “Thanks,” he responds. “We will have two of my usual, Jacks.” He grabs our menus and hands them to her.
    “Sounds good,” Jackie says before walking away.
    I have never been to a diner in my life. The decorated black and white vinyl booths with red piping flows nicely with pictures of vintage cars and past actors and actresses from a time before I was born. The older men are engrossed in their own conversation regarding some sports game, leaving Brady and me to ourselves.
    “So, what did you think of the show?” Brady relaxes