The hallway buzzed with noise. Students grouped, others walking in pairs. Gossip, giggles, and stares filled the hallway. But there Harper was, leaning against her locker, Logan's hoodie in her hand.
She knew she had to return it, but her shy characteristic wouldn't let her. She just stared at it, recalling the moment he wrapped it around her waist.
"You messed up."
His words rang in her ears. The way his grip on her waist tightened sent shivers down her spine—even if it was for a brief second. The question was...
What was happening to her? Why did his presence have such an effect on her?
Snap—
"Harp?" The sound of Tyla's voice and the snapping of her fingers brought Harper Reed back into reality.
"Hey," she muttered.
"You good?" Tyla asked, and her reply was a sharp nod from her best friend.
Harper unlocked her locker, picking her glasses from it. The cry yesterday had caused her eyes to swell, and she didn't want to be seen on campus like that.
