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“Congratulations, you just ruined your own favorite drink.”
She shrugs.
“I’d lick it.”
“Fuck.”
I hang my head.
“Please do not make me go into that coffee shop with a boner. I’ll never live it down.”
She actually does look down, which just makes things worse and I have this sudden fantasy of throwing her across one of the coffee tables and having my way with her.
I clear my throat. She looks up.
“Sorry…”
“Your fault.”
I grab her hand.
“Time for the truth.”
I confess to everything once we’re in there, the whole reason behind the picture, why I took it, why it was necessary, and then I say what’s been on my mind and heart since the incident.
“Why though, Harper?
Why not tell your parents?”
She squeezes my hand.
“We’ve been through a lot and I really just didn’t think about it, honest to God, I just wanted to keep you…for myself for a bit.
I’ve always had to share you with everyone else, my brother included, and even then it’s not like we actually got along.
It was hard enough when Ryan got pissed and I wasn’t sure my parents wouldn’t question me to death, so I just…forced myself to focus on us.”
It’s a good answer, one I can actually understand. I blow out a breath.
“Does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?”
“I don’t hate you. I never hated you.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, at this point we need to get going to class, but I don’t want to walk away from her arms, from her smell, and the way she clings to me like I’m her everything.
Maybe in this moment, she finally understands this is it.
“lL can give you space,’ I say, hating myself.
“If you need it.”
“No, she muffles out against my chest.
“I’m with you. We’re with each other. I just wish life was a bit less stressful right now.”
I chuckle.
“Yeah, same, welcome to high school.”
She groans.
“Let’s just try to put this behind us.
I’m not saying I’m over the fact that you weren’t honest with me.
Just like I’m sure you’re still hurt that I didn’t tell my parents we’re together, but it’s almost Christmas.
I really want to enjoy what we have left of this year and winter break together.”
“Very mature decision,”
I joke.
“Say you wouldn’t be turning eighteen soon, would you?”
She shoves me and rolls her eyes.
“Okay, boner boy, let’s go.”
I don’t even have to look down. I just shrug.
“When you’re close, my body can’t help it.”
“Well, it needs to calm down during English Lit or you’re going to have to figure something out.”
I grin.
“We can always go to the janitor’s closet.”
She smiles. I smile back. And during lunch she makes me smile even harder when we enter somewhat of a cease fire and she sucks me off in the janitor’s closet.
Then, shoves me and says,
“This still isn’t over…we’ll both have to grovel.”
Her on her knees?
Me on mine?
Game on. I’m calm the rest of the day. Until another storm comes walking down the hall. Blake and Aisha, Julia. And a sinking feeling that this isn’t over.
Harper
“Oh my God, I cannot wait until finals are over,”
Sadie says to me as we make our way down the hall at school.
“Same,’ I agree, completely distracted as I look for Easton.
He texted me only a few minutes ago saying he didn’t wake up with his alarm and now he’s running late.
I know that’s because we were studying last night at the library, trying to prepare for our history final.
It was the only place I could get my parents to let me go.
They believed I was studying with Sadie, which at first, I was. Sadie and Ryan were there with us, but they eventually took off. Leaving Easton and I alone. We tried to study, we really did.
But we ended up getting distracted. Too much smiling at each other. Hands bumping, fingers tangling.Kissing.
Lots and lots of kissing…
“.and on top of everything else I’ve got going on, my cramps are freaking awful today. Like, the worst. I’m gonna need to mainline some Midol to make it through,’ Sadie says, just before she starts to laugh.
“I mentioned to Ryan how orgasms help ease cramps but he says he doesn’t want to bathe his dick in the Red Sea.”
“Oh my God, TMI, my friend,”
I practically groan, shoving her shoulder. The last thing I want to hear about is my brother having sex with my best friend when she’s on her Yeah. Can’t even finish the thought. Sadie’s laughter grows as she nearly goes toppling over.
“Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”
Her gaze snags on the girls’ bathroom door up ahead.
“Speaking of cramps, let’s make a stop in the bathroom real quick before class starts.”
“Okay.”
“Have you started yet?”
Sadie asks me.
“You usually do before me.”
“No…. haven’t.”
I frown as I follow her into the bathroom, mentally calculating the last time I had my period. Last month like usual. I open my phonegot that back from my mom yesterday thank Godand check my period app to see that I should most definitely be on it right now. So why am I not?
“What the hell”
I run right into the back of Sadie, who’s come to a complete stop in the middle of the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?”
I ask, completely distracted as I stare at my phone screen. A text comes through from my boyfriend.
Easton: Hey just got here. Where are you?
Me: In the bathroom. Will come see you in a sec.
“Look at the mirror, Harper. Justholy shit! I’m gonna go off and kill a blonde bitch right now, I swear to God! You know Aisha is behind this.”
Sadie points at the mirror above the sinks and I glance up, staring at it, not comprehending at first. Until the letters come into focus and I read the words spray painted big and bold across the glass. Harper loves to suck big dick!
“Oooh, I need to document this.”
Sadie’s phone is out and she’s taking endless photos from every angle possible while I just stand there, too shocked to move.
“We need to report this Harp. Now.”
A toilet flushes and both our heads whip in the direction of the closed stall door. I thought we were alone in here. Sadie sends me a look, her eyes wide. I can only shrug in return. Whos in here with us?
The stall door suddenly smacks open and out walks… Julia.
With a giant smirk on her face. We’re silent as she walks to the sink and turns on the water, dumping a bunch of soap in her hands before she starts washing them vigorously.
Her gaze meets ours in the mirror, right below the spray painted message.
“Why are people always talking mad shit about you, hmmm, Harper?”
she asks me, her expression one of pure innocence.
“I don’t get it.”
“Who did this?”
Sadie marches right up to her, her entire body tense.
“Did Aisha put you up to this?”
Julia calmly turns off the water and pulls a couple of paper towels from the dispenser, wiping her hands before tossing the crumpled paper in the trash.
“Are you accusing me of writing that?”
She points at the words written on the mirror.
“Fucking DUH, bitch.”
Sadie takes a step closer, practically getting in Julia’s face.
“Who did this?”
“It wasn’t me,”
Julia says, her voice firm.
“Then it was Aisha.”
“She’s not even here.”
Julia crosses her arms in front of her chest.
“She’s sick today.”
Sadie takes a step back, her confused gaze going to mine.
“L call bullshit,”
I say, finally coming to life. I can’t let Sadie fight all of my battles.
“It’s finals week. She wouldn’t miss school.”
“She’s got like, mono or something. I don’t know. But she’s really sick. She’ll have to take her finals after winter break.”
Julia sends us both a withering stare.
“Not that it’s any of your goddamn business.”
“Who else would do this then?”
Sadie throws her hands up in the air, clearly frustrated.
“No one else has the motive. Just Aisha. Or you.”
“You really think all the girls in this school are thrilled for Harper that she snagged the hottest guy on campus?
The unattainable Easton?
Please.”