Raising my hand to knock, I pause, listening.
Soft laughter filters through the door. Muffled giggles.
Macy? Maybe. Hard to tell.
I exhale, rolling my shoulders back.Here goes nothing.
I knock—three firm taps against the wood—then take a step back, pulse kicking up.
“Harper?”
Chapter 12
Harper
“…It was absolutely embarrassing.” I pause dramatically.
“I think you’re reading way too much into it.”
I shoot my best friend a glare through the screen of my phone, doing my best to remain casual. “I amnotreading too much intoit.”
“Mmm.” Macy hums, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. “You might be. Boys aredumb, Harper. They do dumb shit. I’m sure Easton wasn’t even thinking—he was focused on practice.”
“So not true,” I snap. “Hewasthinking. Hesawme. And then he skated away like I wasn’t there.”
My throat tightens. I didn’t tell her any of this at the ice rink—but I’m making up for it now, saying all the things out loud that I felt an hour ago.
Macy exhales through her nose, shifting her phone so I get a dizzying glimpse of her bedroom ceiling. “Maybe he was nervous.”
I scoff. “Easton?Nervous?”
“Or avoiding you,” she amends, shrugging. “Which, fine, is also a dick move. But maybe he didn’t know what to say.”
“Um—hi? He could have said hi! Like a normal person!” Sheesh, as if it’s hard to have manners?
Macy winces. “Valid.”
“I know.” I flop onto my back. “It was humiliating.”
“Dial it down a notch, ma’am—it’s notthatdeep,” Macy says, but not as confidently as before. “Maybe he just—”
“Don’t,” I interrupt, holding one of my hands up to stop her. “Don’ttry to make it better. It sucked. And it made me feel likecrap.”
Macy sighs. “Okay, fine. It sucked.Hesucked.”
“Thank you.”
A pause. I don’t want to dwell on this any longer, so I say, “Change the subject.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Show me your dress again.”
“Eh?”
“Your dress,” she repeats. “We’re manifesting here. I need another look at the outfit that’s gonna make every guy at prom—including a certain idiot—eat their hearts out.”
I let out a huff, feigning protest. “It’s literally the same dress as the other times you’ve seen it.”
“Doesn’t matter. Let me see it.”
