LOGINHarper's POV"Where are we going?" I asked."I'll show you." He stood up from the bench and held out his hand.I looked at it. "Why does that gesture make me nervous?""Because you have good instincts." He kept his hand out. "Come on.""Ashton, where are we going?""You'll see when we get there.""That is the least comforting answer you could have given me.""Harper." He looked at me with that steady unbothered patience he had.I took his hand.He pulled me up from the bench and didn't let go and we walked out of the courtyard and I kept waiting for him to tell me the plan and he kept not telling me and after about two minutes of walking I recognized where we were headed and my stomach dropped."The cafeteria, you are taking me to the cafeteria.""I am.""Ashton, that is where this whole thing started, it isn't a good idea.”"I know," he said. "That's why it has to be there."I planted my feet. He turned around."I need you to trust me for approximately ten minutes," he said. "That's
Harper's POVHe was already at the east courtyard when I got there.Sitting on the bench with his elbows on his knees and his phone in his hand and when he heard my footsteps he looked up and the first thing he did was read my face.Then he pressed his lips together like he was trying very hard not to smile."You better don't start," I said, dropping onto the bench beside him."I didn't say anything.""Ashton, I know you were about to.""I was about to ask how you were doing.""With a smile on your face.""I smile when I'm concerned, It's a condition." He said."Ashton." I turned to look at him fully. "I walked across the entire campus this morning not knowing anything was wrong and I had to find out by standing behind a group of very mean girls reading your step one step two step three out loud like it was a fun activity."He smiled then, and I pointed at him."That is not funny, Ashton, I am so freaking tired.”"It's a little funny.""It is not even slightly funny!" But my voice cra
Ashton's POV“Jeez, who is it?” I groaned out of sleep.The knock on my door at seven am was aggressive enough that I knew before I opened it that something was wrong.I knew it wasn't Cole's knock. Cole used three even taps like a normal person. These were four hard ones, designed to communicate urgency without saying a word.I opened the door.My father was standing in the hallway in a charcoal suit with his car keys still in his hand and he had interrupted a schedule he had already committed to mentally. It was shocking.I stared at him. He stared back with a grim expression."Dad." I said it the way you said the name of something you hadn't seen in long enough that it took a second to place. "You're at my dorm this early?”"I'm aware of where I am.""You've never been to my dorm.""I'm aware of that too." He looked past me into the apartment and then assessed me with his eyes. "Are you going to let me in or are we doing this in the hallway?"I stepped back.He walked in, looked a
Harper's POV“Harper, breakfast is ready!” My mom yelled.I woke up in a good mood for the first time in two weeks. Even though my head felt like it was about to explode after yesterday’s party, I was still all smiles when I woke up.I don't mean the jumping out of bed, everything was in a wonderful kind of good mood. It was more of the quiet, unremarkable kind where you open your eyes and your first thought isn't something heavy. I showered, got dressed, ate an actual breakfast while sitting down.“I can't believe I stood up to Madison, now she knows the truth.” I whispered to myself at the breakfast table and left for campus at eight fifteen feeling almost like a person.It lasted until the main path."Did you see what Ashton did?"The voice came from my left before I had even made it past the fountain.I didn't stop walking but my ears tuned out everything else automatically."The whole thing was staged," another voice said. "Like from the beginning."I glanced sideways. Two girls
Madison's POVI found Sienna outside the party, which meant she had either seen what happened inside or heard about it already. With Sienna it was usually both."She slapped her," one of the girls beside her said when she saw me coming."I know," Sienna said, eyes on me. "I watched."I stopped in front of her and said nothing for a second."Are you okay?" Sienna asked."No.""Good. Anger is useful." She pushed off the wall. "Come on."We went back to Sienna's apartment and she poured two glasses of something I didn't ask the name of and sat across from me at her kitchen table with her phone already out."How long have you had it?" I asked."The screenshots?" She set her phone on the table face up. "Three weeks."I stared at her. "Three weeks.""I was waiting for the right moment." She picked up her glass. "The Sportsman of the Year voting opens in four days. This is the right moment."I looked at the screen. The screenshots were clear, Ashton's messages to one of his teammates, laid o
Harper's POVI walked aimlessly because I didn't want to go home.I stood outside in the cold for about fourteen minutes after leaving Ashton, fully intending to go back to my dorm and process everything responsibly and sleep on it the way a rational person would.Then I heard the music from three blocks over.The victory party was at one of the hockey team's off campus houses and I could hear it from the corner and I stood there and thought about going back to my room and lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling with every single thing Ashton had just said running on a loop in my head.I walked toward the music instead.The house was packed.Every Westbrook athlete and their extended social circle seemed to have materialized in this building, this only existed after a win, loud and loose and completely unbothered by anything outside these four walls.I got a drink from the kitchen, something that tasted like fruit and had enough behind it to be useful, and I stood near the wall and







