“You’re eighteen? For real?” Erika offered a hand.
“Hundred percent.” Kensuke glanced at the ice, then back up with a look that might have been contrition. “I wouldn’t get no one in trouble like that, especially Tom Alan.” When he fished out his I.D., the bravado returned. “See? Dude’s getting all attitudinal over nothing.”
“Speaking of attitude, lose yours.” Erika took the license once Kensuke was steady on his feet. If it wasn’t fake, he was of legal age, close to nineteen, in fact, even if he would be heading back to high school in a week or so.
“I flunked a couple times.” He stared ahead, to the door Jesse had gone through. “I coulda gone to summer school or really just taken the final until I passed it, but I want to…I don’t want to…”
“Leave Jesse?”
“Maybe. And I lied to coach Gingerlicious because I was scared I’d age out of hockey. What’s the big? ‘Cept for my c—?”
“Shut it!” Tom Alan hadn’t gone far.
“Don’t tell her.” Kensuke suddenly seemed almost scared.