By Monday morning, Harper had almost managed to convince herself that Adrian's question on Friday had been harmless.
It had been a simple question, really. At least, it should have been. They had been leaving the academic wing after practice when Adrian had asked whether she and Luca were actually together or whether the whole thing was still part of the arrangement everyone at Westbrook seemed to know about. He hadn't asked in front of anyone. There had been no teasing smile, no audience waiting for her answer. Just the two of them in an almost empty corridor, with rain tapping against the tall windows and Adrian standing there as though he genuinely expected her to tell him the truth.
Harper hadn't.
She had opened her mouth, closed it again, and eventually muttered that she had somewh
