Ryan
“I don’t know what to say to you, Ryan. I’m not your best friend, that’s Trent. I don’t know why you keep asking me these questions.” Harper said, pretending to be busy on her phone when I knew she was.
She just didn’t want to talk to me anymore about this Jules and I situation, and I could understand she didn’t get me, but still, she should at least answer me. “You brat.” I said, shaking my head at her.
Harper rolled her eyes, and then she slammed her phone one the table in between us, then she picked up the glass cup in front of her and took a sip. We were sitting outside in the backyard of their house, with Trent talking a call at the far corner while I spoke with Harper.
“Just answer me, Harp.” I said, knowing fully well she didn’t like anyone else aside her husband calling
