It’s Monday and I can’t believe that I’m running late for school. This is the first time I’ve been this late, I was always on time and earlier than any of Professor K’s students in her class. Now, I’m 20 minutes late. I should have listened to Blake last night that I shouldn’t stay late, but I was stubborn and was so hellbent to prove to him that I’m not the same Blair that he could order around and would listen to him right away.
I was basically running towards school and silently cursing my sister for taking our Dad’s car and for not waking me up. I’m so sick of her mind games. A familiar car suddenly pulled over in front of me. I turned and the window glided down. It’s Harry’s car.
“Harry?” I said under my heavy breath due to running.
“Hop in,” He said and smiled.
I obliged and open
