AVEKE

  AN AVA AND ZEKE NOVELLA

  TIJAN

  Copyright 2022 Tijan

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  Edited by: Kay Springsteen

  Proofread and beta read by: Amy English, Crystal R Solis, Serena McDonald, Paige Maroney Smith, Kimberley Holm, Rochelle Paige

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  Photographer: Daniel Jaems

  To all those who began rooting for Ava over the Fallen Crest and Crew series.

  For those who hated Zeke, then began to love him.

  Or those who just loved him right away.

  NOTE TO THE READER

  Ava and Zeke are characters both introduced within the Fallen Crest/Crew/Rich Prick world. I’ve written their book so it could be read as a standalone, but within that world, it is the newest and latest addition.

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  For more information, you can go here.

  CONTENTS

  1. Ava

  2. Ava

  3. Ava

  4. Ava

  5. Zeke

  6. Ava

  7. Zeke

  8. Ava

  9. Ava

  10. Ava

  11. Zeke

  12. Ava

  13. Ava

  14. Zeke

  15. Ava

  16. Ava

  17. Zeke

  18. Ava

  19. Zeke

  20. Ava

  21. Zeke

  22. Ava

  23. Zeke

  24. Ava

  25. Ava

  26. Ava

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Rich Prick

  The Not-Outcast

  Also by Tijan

  1

  AVA

  He was here. Again.

  This was, what? The fourth time this week. Eight sharp. The last four evenings in a row. And he came in, took the stool at the far end, and sat. Just sat. His head bowed. He took a breath before he lifted his head, and he paused, like he’d needed one second before readying to slip on the mask that the rest of the world saw. Then he tipped his head back, his eyes went to the television right above him, and as Brandon gave him a beer for the night, he’d sip and watch his best bud play soccer on the TV. And like tonight, if it weren’t his best friend’s team playing, we’d switch it to another game. Score if it was someone we knew playing, because around these parts, that wasn’t that uncommon. But not tonight.

  There was a hockey game, but not the team he liked to watch.

  Brandon wasn’t working tonight since I had told him twenty minutes ago that I’d close for him. Brandon had a woman, and he was happy, so he was starting to let me close most nights for him. So tonight, I moved down the bar, meeting Zeke’s eyes briefly before he saw me reach for a tall glass and pour his favorite beer from the tap.

  He was tired. I caught the wariness before he switched. A wall came over him, and then he reanimated to the cocky jerk that most people took Zeke Allen for being. Wealthy. Preppy. If that was still a descriptor for someone our age. We’re in our twenties, so I suppose instead of preppy, we could use the word ‘blessed’ to describe him. He didn’t seem like he aged.

  Muscular. Big broad shoulders. He had the physique of a bodybuilder. Dark blond hair.

  A very big square jawline, but it was so prominent, that it alone could get so many women in bed with him. I’d seen him in action many a night, and he never had to work hard. He tended to buy them a drink, ask them how they were, and within a few minutes (always depending on how long Allen wanted to chat), they’d head out.

  Zeke was gorgeous when we were in high school, not that he and I attended the same school. With our neighboring towns, one could say I was on one side of the tracks and he was on the other. The privileged. He went to a private school, which seemed to get more private and exclusive as the years passed, and I was from Roussou. It used to be a good place, alive and thriving, and then it took a turn and not many seemed as privileged there anymore. I think it was doing better these last few years due to some local businesses that brought in a bunch of people, but still…it was hurting.

  I finished his pour and took the remote for the television. Placing both before him, I gave him a nod. “Think Kansas City Mustangs are playing tonight.”

  He grunted, took a sip, and picked up the remote. “Thanks, Ava. Thinking I’d like to watch the Javalina tonight.”

  He was already changing the channel before I turned to fill another order.

  I knew Zeke would sip his beer and want another in twenty minutes. Then a third on the hour. He’d stay almost to closing, stopping long before he’d need to drive to sober up. Once a guy with the reputation for being a bully and an obnoxious jackass, he wasn’t like that anymore.

  Eyeing him from the corner of my eye, I wanted to ask what happened to change his ways. One day.

  2

  AVA

  “Ava, why are you single?”

  We were on beer number four of the night. He was on this round a little after one in the morning. We closed at two, but if Zeke needed extra time, I wouldn’t kick him out. He could stay while I closed up. I had no problem with that.

  I grunted, sliding his beer over to him. We were on the late-night sports highlights, and the place was going strong. It didn’t bother me. I was the only one behind the bar, but I had a system down.

  I grinned. “Why? You volunteering?”

  He grinned back, a chuckle before lifting his beer. “Just seems weird. You were with that Roy guy for a while, and then…” His eyes grew distant, and his head cocked to the side. He was thinking, trying to remember my love life, but he wouldn’t remember because while he went to a D1 school, I stayed home and attended the local community college. There’d been plans for more, to finish and go on to graduate school, but life got in the way.

  I knocked my knuckles on the counter in front of him. “Don’t think too hard, Allen. I’m single because I want to be.” I moved down the counter. Three women had been eyeing him all night, and they were on their fourth round of shots. The one who’d been paying all night waved more money toward me, so I started reaching for three more shot glasses.

  “No. Wait.” She leaned over, and I got a good whiff of her perfume mixed with booze as she breathed on me. “We want a shot with him too. Four shots.”

  I didn’t move, but I looked at Zeke from the corner of my eye.

  This had happened before. Many times, and Zeke was always a good sport about it, but for some reason, I was hesitating. That wasn’t good for business or my job, so I grabbed the Patron. “You want them poured here or by him?”

  She hesitated too, and I saw some self-consciousness set in. Her two other friends were ignoring us, almost gawking at Zeke. She bit down on her lip and leaned over again. “You know him?”

  I nodded.

  “What do you think?”

  I opened my mouth but faltered on what I was going to say because the truth was, Zeke would’ve already grabbed one of them if he was interested. The girls were not being subtle, and he knew the game. He was a master at playing it.

  “How about I pour yours here and take his to him? He can wave you down to say thanks?”

  Her smile was wide and quick. “That sounds great!”

  I did as I said and ignored the other two girls’ grumbling as I took the shot to Zeke. I placed it a little away from him and bent down, pretending like I needed to grab something under the counter. “Giving you a heads-up. That shot there is for you, paid for by those three girls. Yellow halters.” (Every single one was wearing yellow.) “And they’re hoping you’ll wave them down to thank them for the shot.”

  He barely reacted, taking the shot, flashing them a smile in thanks, and he tipped his head back for the shot. He mouthed it, then followed with his water, and as he set that glass down, I saw that it grew a little bit more water than what had been in there.

  I looked up, caught him watching me, and he gave me a wink.

  My pulse jumped, and I almost dropped my washcloth because fuck, my stomach got some tingles.

  I looked down, surprised. I hadn’t had this reaction to someone in a long time.

  “You’re Zeke Allen, right?” One of the girls came over.

  His gaze stayed on me for a moment before turning to her. “I am.” He gave her a once-over before smirking. “Please tell me I didn’t fuck your older sister or your mother.”

  She gasped.

  There was the old Zeke I remembered. I’d missed the jackass.

  He slid off his stool and threw a bunch of bills onto the counter. Ignoring the girl, he lifted his chin up toward me. “You’re too hot to be single, Ava. That’s what I think.” He knocked his knuckles on the counter before heading out.

  “What a dick!” The one girl was scowling in his direction. Her two friends joined, and the second one (not the one who paid for all the drinks; she had stayed back the whole time) huffed at me, her hand finding her hip. “You don’t have to laugh at Laughlin. I thought we were in the whole women empowering and lifting each other up era?”

  I fought against rolling my eyes. “Sweetie, I wasn’t laughing at your girl. I was laughing at Allen, because for him, that was tame.” I began moving backward, going back down the bar. “Also, Laughlin is a cool name.”

  The girl eased up, her head straightening. “Thank you.”

  A guy had moved in behind the girl who paid for everything, and as I filled his order, I couldn’t help myself. I asked under my breath to her, “They’re going to pay you back for tonight?”

  She jerked upright, stiffening. “I don’t know
what you’re talking about.”

  I stepped back, eyeing her. “Right.” I gave her a soft, but sad smile. “Here’s some female empowering two cents: if you gotta pay for them, they’re friends with your cash, not you.”

  She flicked her eyes up, just as the others called her name. “Whatever.” She stalked off.

  I watched her go, but I didn’t know why.

  Maybe I saw a bit of me in her. Sadly, it wasn’t the part that had friends. It was the part that felt like a schmuck. That was me back then, and still was.

  I lied to Zeke. I wasn’t single because I wanted to be.

  I was single because no one that I wanted, wanted me back.

  3

  AVA

  The house was lit up when I got home, but that wasn’t uncommon.

  I walked through, turning off everything. Grandmum’s oxygen machine was buzzing in the background, but I still went in and made sure everything was working properly. She was settled in her bed, folded up like a ball, and turned to the side. She was so tiny, but that was a family trait. All the women were petite. All of us had blond hair too. Grandmum’s was white by now. Mom’s was dark blond, and I was a mix between with honey-light blond hair. I saw a tip of Grandmum’s hair sticking outside of the blanket, but otherwise she was fully covered. I stood in the doorway, watching out of habit to make sure her chest rose. Once I saw the steady rhythm of her deep sleep, I turned her light off too.

  It was her habit to leave it on. She once told me she kept it on because she never knew when Grandpap was coming home, and the habit had stuck. She couldn’t sleep unless the light was on. Growing older, learning more, I was figuring she kept it on in case he tried to sneak in after they separated. He never gave her a divorce. That was one thing he held over her head, and how my grandmum grew up, she didn’t fight him. She was just happy he never brought his shotgun to finish her off.

  Women shouldn’t have to live like that, but some did. Grandmum did.

  I left her room and checked on my mom next.

  She’d taken to the same habit as Grandmum. Her light was on, and she was sleeping in almost the same position as her mama. The main difference, her wheelchair was positioned next to her bed, and she didn’t have an oxygen machine. Instead, though, she had a fan propped up for noise.

  I turned her light off and moved through the living room. That light too.

  Doors were locked. I checked them two more times before I headed upstairs.

  None of the lights were on up here, but neither my mom nor Grandmum came up here. It was the reason it was mine. I got the whole floor, but I only used the large bedroom on the end.

  I cleaned up and got ready for bed.

  Once I settled in, my window was open because temps were fine at night, I rolled to my side. I faced the door and the one window I had propped open. That was it. I couldn’t handle sleeping with noise. If someone broke in, it was up to me to protect everyone. That was my role in the family.

  I took a deep breath, feeling sleep starting to spread through me, but right before I drifted off, I flashed back to Zeke.

  “You’re too hot to be single, Ava. That’s what I think.”

  I drifted off with a grin on my face.

  I didn’t believe him, but it felt nice to hear.

  4

  AVA

  The smell of bacon and coffee woke me, and my stomach grumbled, waking me even further.

  I knew my mom could cook just fine. She was a wizard in her wheelchair, but I still hurried getting up for the day. I didn’t shower last night because I didn’t want to wake anyone up. Both needed their sleep, so I hurried with a shower this morning.

  I grabbed my phone, pulling it from the charger and stuffing it into my back pocket before I went downstairs.

  The sounds of the grease sizzling filled the room, along with the coffee machine brewing.

  I was already smiling before I got to the kitchen because my mom didn’t need to cook for me. She and Grandmum liked to sleep in. Not me. Or I didn’t think I did. I never had, to be honest. Sleep was a privilege for me because I worked so much, so her doing this was for me.

  They also weren’t big breakfast eaters, though Grandmum would nibble on some dates when she woke.

  But once I hit the doorway, I saw the brochure laid out on the table and my heart sank.

  This wasn’t going to be one of those happy mornings.

  I looked over.

  My mom was watching me. Metal tongs clutched in her hand, she’d unlocked her wheelchair so she could see me better.

  Tiny, but toned arms. Her hair was clipped back with tiny barrettes, framing her face from ear to ear. They were rainbow colored. She had on mesh shorts.

  She swallowed, her eyes flaring from grief before she said what I never wanted to hear from her.

  “We need to talk about Grandmum.”

  5

  ZEKE

  We were on the golf course when instead of lining up his shot, my buddy burst out laughing.

  I frowned. “Dude.”

  He was almost falling over, but turned to me, raising his nine iron behind him. “Zeke! That is fucking hilarious. Look!”

  Brian was almost falling over from his laughter.

  Jesus. What the fuck.

  I got out of the golf cart and moved so I could see whatever this was. When I got there, holy…fuck. But I wasn’t laughing. Ava was walking across the green, but not in a way where it was obvious that she was on a mission or had a destination in mind. No. She was going this way, then that way, and going in a circle. She was walking backward. She was all over the place, and she was drinking from a bottle of vodka at the same time.

  I drew in a breath as Brian kept laughing. “You know who that is? That’s that Ava chick. You know, the one who worked everywhere.” His laughter went up a notch. “We’d go to the pizzeria. Ava. We’d go to Manny’s. Ava. We’d go to Nooma’s. Ava. It became a joke, remember? We’d drink if she popped up somewhere. She was at the gas station too. Damn. Girl got around.”

  One day I’d tell Brian how close he was to getting his face punched. Or how close he was to waking up in a hospital bed. I didn’t trust myself right now.

  He sighed, his laughter finally fucking subsiding. “I doubt she works here. She’s as wasted as I was on my twenty-first birthday.”

  “Brian.” Finally, I could speak, through gritted teeth.

  “Yeah?” He swung my way.

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  “Wha—she’s not in our social circle. What are you doing?”

  Ignoring him, I started down the hill, carrying my own alcohol in hand.

  “Zeke!”

  I raised a middle finger in the air and yelled over my shoulder, “Take care of my shit.”

  “What are you doing?”

  I raised my middle finger higher.

  By the time I got to her, he was gone with the cart.

  Ava had no idea I was there. Her head was down except when she’d tip it back for a drink, and she was moving in a way—I saw the headphones. She was dancing, listening to whatever as I saw her pull her phone out of her pocket and skip to the next song.

  It was a lively one because she began jumping around, her head going the opposite direction. Her arms were doing…something.

  I wouldn’t call this dancing. It was more like flailing around with a baseline of rhythm.