I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from.
I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with.
But there are all the wit...
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❝ I am not in danger,
I am the danger ❞
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The next day I come to Harper's place to hang out with her because she's getting suspicious of what's going on with me.
I don't tell her anything about the potential danger I might be in because I don't want her involved. And by not going to the bar, I'm also not risking it to put her in danger. But she doesn't know that. I'm afraid she'd do something stupid if she found out, like ask someone about it and get people talking and then putting herself at risk because they would connect her with me.
We watch a movie before I have to go to work. I act like I have to go to bed early because I have a test in school tomorrow and I want to be well-rested, which is true, so I'm only partly lying, but it's in hopes that she will go to bed early as well so I can go to work with no worries of getting caught.
Harper usually goes to bed early anyway. But this is just so I don't risk it. She has to leave the living room since I sleep on the couch when I stay at her place.
"Okay, but plan on staying up tomorrow and we'll watch the movie to the end because I really want to see the ending."
"We both know she dies at the end."
Harper's face falls a little. "Don't be so cynical. I still want to see how it ends."
"Yes, okay. We'll finish it tomorrow," I say, but I don't promise anything. I'm working tomorrow.
When Harper heads to her room, I busy myself with reading a book until it's time to change my clothes and go. I always put on an oversized hoodie and jeans that are too big on me when I go to work because I don't feel like walking the streets in my work clothes. I change when I get there or I wear clothes under.
Which is a good thing because I was under the false assumption that Harper is already sleeping, but she gets out of her room when I'm putting on shoes. There is no way I can cover my tracks before she notices I'm not on the couch.
