Today was freaking messed up for Harper. First, her dad's cryptic message to her about fixing her reckless reputation.
And next—
Him.
That mysterious stranger. That tall jerk who probably thinks stealing the book from her and ignoring her is a fun personality to have. The audacity. That was killing her the most. She was not short. She knew with enough effort she would have been able to reach for the book.
The worst part was that she was yelled at by the librarian. Could the day get even worse?!
Her steps were fast, almost stomping, as she shoved her way through the quad, her mood growing worse with every breath.
Her day just officially hit rock bottom.
"Perfect," she muttered under her breath. "Just freaking perfect."
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Club Nova was loud. Neon lights flickering across the ceilings. Loud music. Dim lights. Alcohol's scent filling the whole place. People were making out, dancing, and laughing.
