By the time the gossip page ran out of new things to invent about her, the Westbrook Weekly wanted a piece of it too.
Harper found out from a sticky note on her locker, handwriting way too neat to belong to anyone but somebody on the newspaper staff. The media club wants you and Luca for a feature. Room 214, lunch Thursday. Please say yes; I'm literally begging. Signed Zoe, three exclamation points crammed on after her name like punctuation alone could apply pressure.
"No," Harper said, showing Luca the note.
"Why not?"
"It's a trap."
"It's a newspaper interview."
"Same thing."
He stole a fry off her tray, a fight that stopped being worth having weeks ago. "Zoe's harmless. Interviewed the janitor last month about hallway trash cans."
"Not reassuring."
"It's exactly reassuring. Nob
