Chapter 13
I may have taken the precaution of dressing a little nice for school the next day so that when I saw Harry, I wouldn't look like a hungover-bum-zombie walking around campus all day. Even my best friend Nina said I looked unusually pretty for school today when she picked me up that morning for our first class. It was the only class we had together, a writing course, because I loved to write and Nina was planning on becoming a journalist. She questioned me endlessly on my outfit choice, too. Asking who I was trying to impress, and if it was Harry.
She only knew who Harry was by my midnight call after the almost-r**e Harry saved me from. She'd been saying for a while now that she wanted to meet him, but every time, it seemed like a nice time to let them meet Harry and I, we ended
