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The Perfect Lie

作者: Nyra Vale
last update 公開日: 2026-08-17 03:59:28

By the time the gossip page ran out of new things to invent about her, the Westbrook Weekly wanted a piece of it too.

Harper found out from a sticky note on her locker, handwriting way too neat to belong to anyone but somebody on the newspaper staff. The media club wants you and Luca for a feature. Room 214, lunch Thursday. Please say yes; I'm literally begging. Signed Zoe, three exclamation points crammed on after her name like punctuation alone could apply pressure.

"No," Harper said, showing
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    The question sat in the tiny office like something with actual weight to it.Zoe's pen had stopped moving. Even the recorder seemed to sit differently on the table, waiting to see what happened next. Harper's mind raced back to the rules they'd made in that empty classroom weeks ago, back when this still felt manageable, back when no more kissing unless absolutely necessary seemed like a sentence with an obvious meaning.She glanced at Luca.He wasn't looking at Jake, or the camera, or Zoe's hopeful face. He was looking at Harper. Steady. Quiet. Waiting."Only if you're okay with it," he said, low enough it felt like it belonged to just the two of them, even though everyone in the room heard it fine.That single sentence did something Harper hadn't expected. No teasing in it. None of the performance he was so good at putting on for a crowd. Just him. Asking. Actually asking and leaving room for her to say no.She thought about Adrian's face at the restaurant. About Fiona's jaw going t

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    By the time the gossip page ran out of new things to invent about her, the Westbrook Weekly wanted a piece of it too.Harper found out from a sticky note on her locker, handwriting way too neat to belong to anyone but somebody on the newspaper staff. The media club wants you and Luca for a feature. Room 214, lunch Thursday. Please say yes; I'm literally begging. Signed Zoe, three exclamation points crammed on after her name like punctuation alone could apply pressure."No," Harper said, showing Luca the note."Why not?""It's a trap.""It's a newspaper interview.""Same thing."He stole a fry off her tray, a fight that stopped being worth having weeks ago. "Zoe's harmless. Interviewed the janitor last month about hallway trash cans.""Not reassuring.""It's exactly reassuring. Nobody who cares that much about trash cans is trying to ruin your life."She stared at him. "That logic doesn't hold up at all.""Most of mine doesn't. Still works somehow."She went anyway, mostly because Zoe

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    The restaurant smelt like garlic bread and melted candle wax, and Harper liked it more than she probably should have, especially the window table Adrian had picked, close enough to the river that the whole place felt fancier than it likely was. He pulled her chair out before she even sat, which felt strange coming from a guy who'd spent the last two weeks arguing with her over trig homework in the library like it was a blood sport."Your notes are terrifying," he said, tearing a piece of bread in half. "But somehow your handwriting's worse.""You're one to talk. Yours looks like a spider fell in an inkwell and had a full breakdown."He laughed loud enough that the couple at the next table glanced over, and Harper picked up her menu mostly because her hands needed something to hold. This was going fine. Better than fine, actually, which made the tight feeling under her ribs make even less sense than usual.She hadn't stopped thinking about Luca's text since Tuesday. Don't cancel on him

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    Adrian's question hung there long enough that I got weirdly aware of my own hands. I had one thumb hooked under the edge of my folder, rubbing the same spot over and over without noticing I was doing it. He waited. That was somehow worse than the question itself. Maybe because I'd spent years being the girl who watched other people get asked out, and I'd never actually figured out what you were supposed to do when it happened to you.I glanced toward the cafeteria doors. Luca was still there, though he'd stopped talking to Ethan. I looked back at Adrian fast, before Luca could catch me staring."Friday?""Yeah. If you want to."No smugness in it. No assumption that I'd say yes because he figured I should. He just waited, and somehow that made it easy. Adrian was nice. He actually listened when I talked, and he never made me feel like I had to compete with him just to finish a sentence. After everything with Noah, maybe Nice was exactly the point."Okay," I said. "Friday."His mouth cu

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    Harper stayed where she was, staring at Luca while he stood a few steps away with his football bag hanging off one shoulder. For once, she had nothing sharp to say. That alone threw her off.Usually it was simple. He said something, and she fired back. He smirked, and she rolled her eyes. He pushed; she pushed harder. It was a rhythm she knew without thinking. This wasn’t that.Luca was looking at her like she wasn’t just background noise. Like she had caught his attention and he hadn’t decided what to do with it yet. Harper shifted on the bench.“Why are you staring at me?”Luca blinked, then looked away toward the field. “I’m not.”“You are.”“I was thinking.”“About my face?”He glanced back at her. “Unfortunately.”Harper frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”“I don’t know.”He rubbed the back of his neck. He actually looked unsure. That was new. Luca Hayes didn’t do unsure. He didn’t do awkward either, but here he was, both. Harper tried not to smile.“You really don’t know?”

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