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Playing Hard To Get Lunch Tables & Landmines
Chapter Thirty-One: Lunch Tables & LandminesHarperBy the end of the month, Thursday morning brought more stares and whispers, Harper was used to the attention. Or, at least, she was trying to be.Whispers didn’t sting like they did on Monday. Stares didn’t knock the breath out of her like they had on Tuesday. But the tension? That still wrapped around her like a thread waiting to snap.What she didn’t expect was waking up to a text from Mia that read:“Your man’s ex has gone full serial scrapbook.”Harper rubbed her eyes, sat up in bed, and replied:“Explain.”“Kenzie made flyers. Like actual flyers. With her and Jaxon’s pics. Around school. It’s a prom thing but also a delusional flex.”Harper sighed.By the time she walked into school, the damage was done. There were flyers everywhere — taped to lockers, left in the bathroom sinks, pinned to the bulletin board in the hallway like it was an actual campaign.“Kenzie + Jaxon — Meant To Be 💕”Vote them Prom Royalty!(With photos from
Playing Hard To Get Just Friends
HarperBy Wednesday, the entire school had a theory about them.Some said Jaxon had dumped Kenzie for Harper, others whispered that Harper was pregnant, and one bold girl in the bathroom even claimed she saw them making out in the teacher’s parking lot. Mia nearly choked on her Sprite at that one.But Harper?She kept her mouth shut, head down, hoodie up. She didn’t confirm or deny anything. She hadn’t even told Mia the whole truth yet. What was she supposed to say?Yeah, I kissed him. Again.Yeah, we had a summer fling where I gave him myself.No, I don’t know what we are.And no, I’m not diving headfirst into whatever this is.Because Harper Lane wasn’t stupid.She’d seen too many girls lose themselves in guys like Jaxon Brooks—hot, golden boy, football legend. He didn’t just have a girlfriend a few weeks ago. He had a reputation. And Harper had a future.She wasn’t about to derail it because her hormones decided to get poetic in the middle of the night.So when he showed up outside
Playing Hard To Get Let Them Talk
Harper – Junior Year, Age 17By the time Harper stepped into school Tuesday morning, it was clear the news had already made the rounds.The looks started before she even reached her locker.A wide-eyed freshman did a literal double take. Two girls from AP History whispered behind their hands as they passed. Someone from the yearbook club actually slowed down to try and record her walking down the hall.Mia met her at the lockers with wide eyes and zero chill.“You didn’t call me last night because you got slapped by Kenzie in the parking lot?!”Harper blinked. “I texted you.”“You texted me a thumbs up emoji and a gif of someone diving into a dumpster. That’s not communication, Harper. That’s a distress signal.”Harper sighed. “I wasn’t ready to talk about it.”“I should’ve been there,” Mia muttered. “I’d have taken that chick’s fake lashes off with my keys.”“She slapped me. I threatened her. Jaxon showed up. End scene.”Mia blinked. “You threatened her?”Harper deadpanned, “I told h
Playing Hard To Get You Only Get One
Harper – Junior Year, Age 17Harper was two steps from her car when she heard the click-clack of boots behind her.That voice followed a second later — sharp, too sweet, and soaked in venom.“Hey, junior.”She stopped walking but didn’t turn. Not yet. Not until she took a steady breath and shoved her keys into her front pocket, just in case.Then she turned, slow and controlled.Kenzie stood there, hair perfect, lip gloss blinding, hands on her hips like she was about to host a press conference.“You got something to say?” Harper asked, voice flat.Kenzie didn’t blink. “I don’t think I like the view from my lunch table. You sitting there? Acting like you belong?”“I didn’t realize you were running seating charts.”Kenzie took a step forward, eyes narrowing. “Let’s be real — you don’t belong at that table, Harper. You’re a junior. You’re... what? Smart and weird? You don’t wear the right clothes. You’re not the type.”Harper’s jaw tightened.Kenzie leaned in a little. “You think Jaxon
Playing Hard To Get Come Sit with Me
Harper – Junior Year, Age 17Monday rolled in slower than Harper’s brain could handle.She hadn't slept much. Her heart was still recovering from hitting "send" on a text that made her stomach flip.“I remember every second too.And no, it wasn’t nothing.”Jaxon didn’t reply. Not yet, anyway.But that silence wasn’t empty.It was electric.She kept reliving the bonfire, the drinks, the look in his eyes, the way his friends had laughed at her jokes and tossed her chips like she’d been one of them all along.That had been Friday night.Now it was Monday, and the buzz of reality was back in full swing.The halls were loud with weekend gossip, sneakers squeaking on waxed tile, lockers slamming. Harper kept her head high, but her thoughts were doing somersaults.No Jaxon sightings. Not yet.She made it to lunch without incident, picking a spot in her usual corner with a tray of questionably warm mozzarella sticks and her water bottle. Her table was mostly empty — one kid with headphones on
Playing Hard To Get The Best Friend Breakdown
The Best Friend BreakdownMia showed up like she’d been preparing for this exact call her whole life.Harper hadn’t even sent anything beyond a simple “You home?” text, but thirty minutes later, her bedroom door flew open and there was Mia, balancing an iced caramel macchiato in one hand, a crinkly bag of salt & vinegar chips in the other, and a look on her face that said: Don’t you dare try to lie to me."I already know most of it," Mia declared, kicking Harper’s backpack out of the way and plopping onto the bed with the ease of someone who’d claimed it as her own years ago. “But you’re still gonna say it. Out loud. Slowly. With details."Harper groaned, face-first into her pillow. "Why do you always do this?"“Because you need me to,” Mia said, already pulling Harper’s hair into a messy bun like she couldn’t think properly without her best friend’s hair out of her face. “Now. Spill. Confirm my theories. You kissed him, didn’t you?"There was no use fighting it. Harper rolled onto he
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