Harper:Wait. What about when we’re at our lockers?
Easton:PUBLIC. Any public!
Harper:Whoa! I got it, I got it, sheesh, I was clarifying, calm down.
Easton:Can we move on to Rule 2?
Harper:By all means, please do…
Easton:How are we going to explain this sudden friendship? People are going to think we like each other or that we’re dating or whatever.
Harper:What people?
Easton:Our friends. People.
Harper:People like…Maddie Miller?
Easton:Don’t put words in my mouth. There is nothing between Maddie Miller and me.
Harper:**There’s nothing between Maddie Miller and I.
Easton:Did you just correct my sentence? Because my sentence was correct.
Harper:Bad gramer is one of my biggest pet peeves.
Easton:**Grammar
Harper:Oh my god.
Easton:Yeah, that’s what I thought…
Harper:Getting back to these “people” who might think we’re a couple…
Easton:What’s our cover story?
Harper:Why do we need a cover story? Two people can be friends.
Easton:We can’t. I’ve literally never said your name to anyone a day in my life.
Harper:My gawd, why are guys SO dramatic. This is a you problem, not a me problem.
Harper:Besides, the deal was that you’re supposed to act happy to be my date, REMEMBER?
Easton:It just feels too random. I’ve never mentioned you to a single soul.
Harper:I’ll try not to take offense at that. **clears throat** Easton, as you pointed out—your locker is literally right next to mine. Obviously we spend time together.
Easton:Glaring at me and roasting me at my locker is NOT spending time with me.
Harper:Noted.
Harper:But doesn’t it stand to reason that we might have become friends because our lockers are next to each other’s??
Easton:No.
Harper:I can’t roll my eyes hard enough at this.
Easton:Of course you’re rolling your eyes.
