LEAH's POV.
I hadn't seen or heard from Hardin over the weekend.
After the hockey game and interview, he'd disappeared into the locker room with the rest of his team. Ever since then, I found myself unconsciously looking at my phone, waiting for his texts.
"This is only an arrangement!" I had to remind myself. "There is no camera." But after the kiss we shared that night, it was hard not to feel anything. But then this was someone who would give a girl the best night of her life only to never call her back.
It was truly his reputation.
The bell rang and I slipped my phone into my bag. I hated how much I reeked of desperation, waiting for him to text me so I decided that I was done mopping.
This was all supposed to spite Ethan in the first place and after the stunt he pulled last n
