Jayden squeezed his hand. It was returned almost as powerfully. “What if…”
“If,” Darren interrupted, “they say no, then there’s always next year. You are going to get good grades wherever you do your A-levels, and your writing for Stars is going to get you into a good university with those grades.”
“But St. John’s…I need St. John’s for Cambridge.”
“But you don’t need St. John’s for a good university. It just helps if you want Cambridge,” Darren insisted. “And if they say yes, then you’ve got that chance and you are going to make the best of it because I know you.”
“What do you know?” Jayden whispered.
“I know you’re ridiculously dedicated, and you’ll stop at nothing to get—and keep—what you want,” Darren said quietly, and Jayden flushed lightly, getting the distinct feeling that Darren wasn’t talking about the scholarship.
“I’m nervous,” he admitted.