AND AS IT TURNED OUT, some things really were just too complicated.
Or idiotically simple; whichever adjective fit the events of the following day the best.
They had gone out twice! Twice, before the reality of Harley's statements about Matt came crashing down on Lucy as the truth.
"I should have listen to you," Lucy cried, knowing that this whole problem could have been avoided had she indeed heeded her best friend's warnings. But it didn't change the fact that what was done was done. She was completely miserable, her tear-stained face buried in her pillows, as Harley sat on the edge of her bed, "but I was so...so blinded...he was just so...perfect."
"Lucy he's the furthest thing from perfect," Harley said bitterly. And although Lucy couldn't see his face, she imagined it contorted in
