Harper rushed over with a tissue box in her hand and pressed it against my palm. I hissed a little, but I let her do it anyway.
“You don’t have to hurt yourself, Sienna,” she muttered softly, her tone dropping to something almost motherly.
I raised my head slightly, and our gaze met. “I didn’t mean to,” I replied quickly. “I was just so angry at those stupid messages. Who even started it?”
She sighed and shook her head. “Trust me, it doesn’t matter who started it. Once gossip spreads in this school, it becomes a wildfire. Everyone is going to talk. They don’t care about facts.”
I clenched my teeth. “But it’s not even true. I haven't even said yes to Scott. It is just that I can't deny the fact that he needs my help.”
“Because of football. Yeah, I know,” she cut me off, rolling her ey
