He doesn’t get kicked off the hockey team, doesn’t lose his precious scholarship, doesn’t lose his offer from a good college—and I have a date for prom.
I sigh contentedly.
We can both rest easy.
At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself the past two hours.
And now I’m lying here, wide awake, worrying I’m going to get struck by lightning, but at the same time…
I have a date.
To prom.
And just like that, my phone goes off.
Chapter 7
9:53 PM
Unknown number:I think we should lay down some ground rules.
Harper:Um, who is this?
Unknown number:Easton. Westermann? You literally just gave me your number like an hour ago.
Harper:I know, I was kidding. I’m trying to be funny.
Easton:You know you can still let me off the hook, right? Coz I would really rather not be on the prom decorating committee.
Harper:We already worked out the details of our agreement.
Easton:You’re actually going to call it an AGREEMENT?
Harper:Blackmail sounds so icky…
Easton:OMG. You need people because only losers aka people with free time are on the decorating committee.
Harper:Ouch, that stung a little. But actually, that is false. We have PLENTY of cool people on the decorating committee—I just happen to need help painting the knights.
Easton:Knights????
Harper:Did you not know the theme is Knight Under the Stars? Isn’t that fun?
Easton:If you say so.
Harper:You were planning on going, right?
Easton:NO. I was not.
Harper:Why would you miss your senior prom???
Easton:Um, because I DON’T CARE about it. For one. For another, my friends and I were going to see Star Warriors 3.
Harper:Your friends are going to prom.
Easton:I have friends that don’t go to Lancer, Miss Know-It-All.
Harper:Oh. Well, in that case, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that…
