The night dragged on longer than I thought it would. Sleep was far from my eyes and all my thought was centred on just one person.
Scott McCall
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling as Harper hummed quietly, pretending to read her textbook but sneaking glances at me every few seconds.
She didn’t have to say anything—I could feel her questions radiating on her petit face.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, hugging my pillow closer.
“Like what?” she said innocently, her catlike eyes shinning under the dim lamp.
“Like I’m some tragic heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
“Well,” she said, snapping the book shut, “you are acting like one. If you don’t want to tell me what’s going on with Scott, fine. But don’t expect me to sit here while you sulk all night.”
“I’m not
