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Limagine my mom is going to see right through it, but I’m shocked when she not only says yes, but asks if she can send flowers in pop- pop’s memory.
I’m not sure if I should be proud of Sadie or terrified
Monday morning comes soon enough and after a lot of arguing on my end when Sadie shows me my outfit, and even more arguing when I see myself after she applies some light makeup, I’m ready for war.
At least that’s what it feels like.
My only mission?
Gauge Easton’s reaction.
I keep asking myself what’s the worst that can happen, but every single time my brain comes up with about a dozen scenarios, all of them end up with me in tears or embarrassed.
Too soon, we’re at school and getting out of the car.
I nearly make a run for it, but Sadie has a death grip on my arm that’s most likely going to leave a bruise.
She clenches her teeth.
“You’re doing this.”
“I’m doing this,” I repeat in a weak voice that lacks any sort of conviction or confidence.
It was easy in the dark.
Aren’t most things?
And it was even easier when I was in a costume. I could be anyone ! wanted to be, anyone but boring, smart, dark haired Harper
But today, I’m walking into school as a new version of myself, a self that Easton hated, one Blake drunkenly flirted with, and one my brother would murder once he saw me.
We walk through the main doors.
And the weirdest thing happens.
Literally nobody stares.
It’s not like the movies where the makeover happens and everyone starts to clap or people part and let you walk down the middle of the hall as they silently appreciate your efforts. Nope, everything is exactly the same, which in my opinion is kind of awesome.
I wanted to look good but not so good that it brought too much attention. I’m wearing black, ripped skinny jeans, matching short boots, an off the shoulder vintage crop top that leaves about an inch of skin showing and my glossy, brown hair is pulled into a high pony tail. Sadie went easy on the makeup, only adding a bit of powder, gloss, mascara, and eye liner, so all in all I feel like a refreshed version of myself.
I mean, sort of.
I’m still way too exposed.
I still feel this need to grab the nearest freshman and pry the sweatshirt from their scrawny little bodies and cover myself up.
“So far, so good.” Sadie winks as we make our way over to our lockers.
“Harper?” Blake’s voice sounds behind me.
She spoke too soon.
Tglance over my shoulder.
“Yeah?”
He stares. Hard. His green eyes aren’t looking at my exposed skin or the new makeup. He’s staring as if he can see right through me.
“Are you feeling better?” he finally asks.
“W-what?”
“You were pretty upset at the party, so I just wanted to check in.” His smile turns more sweet than perverted, setting the earth off its axis.
“Yeah,” I find my voice.
“I am, thank you.”
“No problem.” He shoves his hands in his jeans, and then winks.
“By the way, you look really pretty, though I don’t mind the sweatshirts either I like wondering what’s underneath.”
What?
Sadie groans under her breath just as the warning bell rings.
I grab my books but stop when Easton rounds the corner.
He’s by himself which is rare.
He throws his bag over his shoulder, his eyes roaming the hall and finally land on me.
Moment of truth.
I suck in a breath and wait for his reaction
For anger.
Yelling.
Or maybe
Appreciation?
Instead, he barely glances at me, his gaze cold, expression hard. Then, walks right into his class without a word, like I don’t even exist.
Mission. Failed.
Easton
“ so then I was like, girl, you could literally blow me right here and now and I’d still -” Blake punches me in the shoulder.
“Are you even listening?”
“Huh? What?” I drop the fry back onto my plate and shove it away.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about ” I gulp.
“History.”
Blake snorts out a laugh.
“You’re not even in a history class this year.”
“No, no, not that sort of history.” I used to be great at lying. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Wars and things.”
“Wars?” Blake repeats.
“Things?” He leans in and whispers,
“Did you smoke a bit before you came in or something?”
“No.” I shove him away.
“I’m not stupid.”
“And, yet, here you are, thinking about wars and things.” He laughs again, then turns when Ryan slams his tray onto the table and starts shooting murderous glares across the cafeteria.
“You good?”
“No.” Ryan snaps.
“I’m not good.”
“Couldn’t tell by the way you’re beating the shit out of your lunch ” Blake whistles under his breath.
“Girl problems? Sadie problems?”
My ears immediately perk up. Sadie. She’s been with Harper most of the day, and every time see her, I convince myself I’m actually going crazy.
Sadie looks nothing like my mystery girl.
She’s too tall.
Too thin, model thin, not the type of curves my hands are addicted to, not the type of mouth my lips keep fixating on.
A vision of Harper licking her lips floods my mind
Damn it!
I shove my own tray away, ready to break it over Blake’s head.
“So, one of you is thinking about war, and the other looks like he’s going to be in one.” He follows Ryan’s gaze.
“Ohhhhhh, is this about Harper looking hot as hell today?”
“Say that again and I’m shoving this tray down your throat.” Ryan pounds the table with his fist, making the silverware and trays jump.
See? She’s nothing but trouble!
I tell myself not to look over my shoulder.
I also tell myself it would be a horrible idea to make eye contact, because then I’ll probably end up staring at her mouth again, which would make me look at her outfit, which would then, for whatever sick reason, make it harder not to think about it in the future.
Maybe I need sex
Yeah, that’s it.
That’s all this is!
My imagination conjures up visions of Harper because my body is lacking the contact with mystery girl.
Damn it, I should have thought of that sooner.
Feeling better, I do finally turn and look.
I instantly have more regrets than 1 can count.
When I’d been walking down the hall earlier, I’d tried not to stare too hard, so I hadn’t really seen her face. I’d only noticed she’d worn clothes that weren’t made out of tent material and that for some reason my dick liked it.
I sat through my English class wondering if it was that vision of Harper that had me so hard. Or was it the fact that Aisha kept turning around, asking me questions, trying to distract me with her super low cut shirt that showed off her tits?
Well, at least now I know.
As always my dick has perfect timing. Not. Especially since I was sitting right next to Blake and
Ryan.
Really. Just, great timing.
The anger from before came back full force. What the hell is Harper even thinking? So, she puts on some makeup and better clothes and now she thinks she’s as popular as Ryan? Now she can hang? Now guys can date her?
It changes nothing.
Some punk sophomore looks ready to pass out as he saunters up to the table and tries to sit with her and Sadie.
Ryan’s instantly on his feet.
Shit.
Me and Blake have no choice but to follow him as we weave through the tables and finally make it to theirs.
The kid has made the awful choice of sitting next to Harper and when he looks up at us, I’m surprised he hasn’t already shit himself.
He instantly pales, then jumps to his feet.
“H-hey, Ryan. I just had a math question.”
“Math’s hard,” Ryan says through clenched teeth.
“Deal with it and while you’re at it, go before I beat your ass.” He points at the door.
The cafeteria goes silent as Ryan and Harper have a twin stare off.
“Why’d you do that?” Sadie pops a fruit snack into her mouth, like that sophomore boy isn’t going to die later today if Ryan finds him.
“He was sorta cute, right Harper?”
My eyes drill into Harper right along with Ryan’s, surprised when Blake sits next to Sadie and steals her fruit snacks, then gives Harper
Soon enough, the noise is back and I’m staring at the doors.
And, then, my feet are somehow carrying me toward them.
Whatever they’re doing, it’s their business.
Not mine.
But I don’t stop walking until I’m through the doors, standing outside where Ryan is currently pacing in front of Harper while she crosses her arms like his protective brother speech is the most boring thing she’s ever heard.
I don’t realize I snort out a disgusted laugh until they both look my way. Harper tilts her chin in just enough of a challenge that I want to mock her bravery. Really? This girl just keeps getting bolder and bolder.
I ignore the way my chest tightens with something like pride.
“Don’t waste your time, Ryan.” The words come out before I can stop them.