Harper shakes her head. No.
She does not want a shout-out.
She really is adorable when she’s bent out of shape, and—Wait, why am I thinking about Harper right now? Maddie is right here.
Focus.
“Uh. Thanks.” I’m relieved she’s done filming so we can go back to fixing my fuckup.
“ ’Kay. Well. See ya.”
Maddie turns with a flounce—as if she knows I’m watching her departure, tossing her hair one last time for good measure, squeaking toward the exit.
The doors part as if by magic.
And then she’s gone.
The doors slam closed.
I exhale.
“You might want to pay more attention to what’s in front of you next time,” Harper says quietly, raising the tweezers again, expression unreadable.
I wince. I may be clueless, but I know she’s not just talking about glue.
“Harper, I—”
“Don’t talk to me.” She cuts me off, shaking her head and raising her hand. “I should make you do this.”
I nod, swallowing hard. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
She scowls.
It makes no sense; I did nothing to earn her ire. Not really. I haven’t committed a crime by looking at someone I have a crush on—it’s not my freaking fault that I got distracted when Maddie walked into the gym. So did a dozen other people! And Harper is the one who insisted we keep things platonic anyway. She knows I’m into Maddie—that my feelings for her are what got me into this mess to begin with.
Maddie said she was she was going to show up, and she did. She kept her word,period.
Harper needs to chill the fuck out.
She might like kissing me, but after today, it’s clear she doesn’tlikeme.
I should know.
The fact that she’s staring daggers at me right now says it all.
Chapter 25
Harper
Are you mad at me?
Lying flat on my back, I stare at the text from Easton, homework forgotten the moment his name popped up on my screen.
Things were going so well before Maddie showed up. We were joking around, teasing each other—flirting, even—and though we were accidentally glued together, it had been kind of fun.
Leave it to me to imagine that Easton and I were moving toward something more than just being…whatever we are. Friends? People who make out in their cars or their mom’s shed when no one’s watching?
But then Maddie walked in.
