"You are Harper Blaak," Kristofer said as he looked down at the unbelievable video that was posted on the student website. The comments were insane, popping up by the hundreds before Kristofer could even finish reading them. He looked up from the video to the girl who was standing in front of him. Her eyes were wide with a myriad of emotions dancing in them. Kristofer saw regret, trepidation, remorse, and fear interplay in them. Her stance was defensive as if she was preparing to hear condemnation from him.
Harper Blaak.
That name wasn't new to him but he wasn't the type to follow up on gossip online to know who she was. He heard of the Blaak group and he knew there was a popular party-girl heiress behind it but he never really figured out who she was and it was the reason he couldn't m
