Wicked grin.
Arrogant hair toss.
Gets decent grades but not at the top of the class. Then again, neither am I.
Doesn’t have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend.
Seems to like the color pink, as I’ve seen some locker decorations fall out from time to time. And she has a pink book bag.
Brat.
I watch Harper retreat until she’s swallowed by a sea of students, the warning bell ringing, her reddish hair finally disappearing from sight.
I stand here with no books in my hands, nothing for my biology class, already late.
Chapter 4
Harper
Why would I speak like that to Easton Westermann?
Where do I get the nerve?
What has he ever done to me to deserve that kind of treatment?
Not a thing.
Loathing myself, I hang my head. My stomach is in knots as I work.
Actualknots, because I like Easton.
Likehim, like him.
Don’t tell anyone, but Iliterallylay in bed last night wide awake, staring at the ceiling, because when I closed my eyes, it was Easton Westermann’s face I kept seeing. Except wouldn’t you know it, the last time I’d looked at him, he was making eyes at Madison Miller, self-appointed princess of senior year.
Gag.
