By lunch, Harper had already checked her phone six times without opening i********:.
She had a perfectly reasonable excuse for five of those checks. Her mother had messaged her about picking up milk. Noah had sent something about the history assignment. The school group chat had been going off since first period, although nobody ever seemed to say anything useful in there. The sixth time, Harper had no excuse at all. Her thumb hovered over the i********: icon before she locked the screen and shoved the phone beneath her thigh.
Across from her, Mia was halfway through a sandwich and watching her with the sort of expression that meant she had noticed everything.
“You're doing that thing again.”
Harper kept her eyes on the carton of juice in front of her. “I have no idea what you're talki
