I don't know if it was jealousy in Harper’s voice or if she was being truly nice to me. A part of me wished that she was nothing like her.
Amber.
My mind still went back to how we do things together. She was like my second skin, and I didn't hide anything from her.
When I love someone, I truly care with everything I have got. Or maybe I have to stop doing that s**t.
Maybe all I need to do is to stop caring so much that I become an easy target.
Scott could have gone for any lady in the school, but he chose me, and I kind of feel a little upset about it.
If he wanted something with me, then it would be real. I can't have my father driving another round of hours to give me another prep talk.
I know he cares, but when it comes to anything that was going to soil that man's name. My
