Chapter30

#Chapter30

'Would someone help me plot his murder?'

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/"You're never going to believe what just happened./" I said, putting down my tray and sitting down at our /"reserved/" table in the cafeteria.

After the /"meet and greet/" with Harper, I walked straight into the girl's washroom to clear my thoughts, and to convince myself that I did the right thing by refusing to give Harper a chance. Every cell in my body wanted to go back and remove that despondent look on Harper's face, that I put there in the first place, but I had to hold my ground.

My faculties were in total debate with each other. The sane part of me stressed upon the fact that I did the right thing by refusing him. He didn't deserve any more chances. He hadn't actually done anything which showed me that he was serious about me and after the things he said yesterday, it was going to take a lot more than painting my locker, balloons, chocolates, a rose and a heart warming love note!