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shrugged. “He moved out of the district?”
    “Not right away. My mom home schooled me for the rest of the year, then we moved away. My parents sacrificed everything because they couldn’t stop me from sinking deeper into depression. I couldn’t stand to be in the same town anymore.”
    She fisted her hair against her head. “Sorry, I’m not following. None of this makes sense. Why didn’t you say so in the first place?”
    The taxi driver held two long beeps. She edged to the door and opened it, probably a signal to the driver not to leave.
    No way she was going yet. “Seriously? You don’t even remember how you humiliated me? How you made me feel like the most disgusting person in the world?” All too well, he remembered. He felt the same way now, seeing the pain he caused her. What the hell was wrong with him?
    “I was....” A blink couldn’t erase the haunted look in her eyes.
    “What?” He couldn’t stand this one more second. He had to know. “Your jock boyfriend put you up to it? Set up the fat boy for everyone to laugh at?”
    “Tyson wasn’t fat. A little overweight—”
    Defending me? “A little? Try a hundred and fifty pounds.” Why get so angry at her about it? The weight had been his own doing. Zoe had actually prodded him to do something about it.
    “I swear, I never….” At another honk, she leaned out the door. “I’m coming,” she called to the driver. To Ty, she sent a long, sad look. “If you’re really the Tyson I knew then, I swear I never meant to hurt you. If that’s what this is all about, I deserve every bit of it.”
    If she admitted she deserved it, she must feel guilty, at least.
    Zoe gripped the door handle as if deciding whether to stay or go. “Neither of us is the same person we used to be. You remade yourself on the outside. I just hope, in the process, you didn’t lose all the best parts of yourself on the inside.” More softly, she added, “I really am sorry.”
    Hands on his hips, leg jostling in a nervous bounce, he bit his lip to keep from snarling. Whether at her or himself, he didn’t know.
    Before he could decide, she slipped outside with a barely whispered, “Bye.”
    “Sonofabitch,” he hissed, and stomped to the door.
    The taxi maneuvered a K-turn up, its brake lights flashing as it waited for her.
    He stepped onto the porch. “Hey!”
    Framed in shadow, Zoe’s face appeared in the back window, so full of sorrow he wanted to pull her into his arms, kiss the sadness away.
    “Wait.” He jogged across the grass toward the cab but it sped down the driveway, tires squealing as it rounded the gate and took off down the street.

 
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    In the darkness of the back seat, Zoe’s mind raced, searching for some trace of what he meant. Ty Hardin, fitness god, was the Tyson Hardin from high school? Unbelievable.
    All those years ago. They had been different people, totally. Yes, she’d humiliated him, but also herself. The cliché cheerleader dating the football captain. What a joke. Her boyfriend was the loser, not Ty. Sweet Tyson, the only guy who had the balls not to put her on a pedestal. The way he used to call her Golden Girl, she knew her act didn’t fool him. He saw through her, the only one who could.
    And you betrayed him .
    She’d put that night out of her mind. Tried to forget everything about it. The old Zoe treated people like dirt, even the one boy who challenged her to be better.
    Oh God. She must have hurt him so terribly. Never did she imagine he’d left school because of her.
    Wow. Tyson Hardin. She’d never thought she’d see him again. Yes, some classmates teased him about his weight. But look how he’d turned it around. Shed all those pounds, exercised until he’d gotten into amazing shape. Profited from it, too. He lived the good life, surrounded himself with expensive things.
    But had he really carried all that anger inside for so long? Against her? It brought goose bumps to her skin, mostly