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her phone. She starts to text someone.
    â€œWho are you texting?” I ask, mostly just to make conversation.
    â€œNone of your business.” She moves her phone away from me.
    I sigh. “Seriously? It’s going to be like that?”
    â€œLike what?”
    â€œLike every time I ask you something, you’re going to make a big point of showing me just how much you don’t trust me.”
    â€œTrust needs to be earned,” she reports.
    â€œApparently not,” I say. “Since you just got into my truck with me, no questions asked.”
    â€œI asked questions!”
    â€œHardly.”
    She’s still texting, and I catch a glimpse of the words  . . . in his truck. If he kills me, then . . .
    I reach over and grab the phone out of her hand. “Hey!” she says.
    We roll to a stop at a red light, and I glance down at the screen. “Anna,” I read out loud. “Is that the girl with the spiky hair you’re always with?”
    She nods. “What are you, like a stalker?”
    â€œPlease,” I say. “You guys are always together. It’s impossible not to notice.”
    She grabs for the phone, and I give it back to her. “I’m glad you’re telling your friend that we’re going somewhere,” I say. “I think it’s a good idea.”
    â€œYou do?”
    â€œYeah. That way you won’t be able to deny you were with me.”
    â€œWhy would I deny I was with you?”
    â€œBecause we’re skipping class right now, and if we get caught, you’re probably going to try to say we weren’t together.”
    â€œThat makes no sense.” She shakes her head and then looks back down at the screen. It seems like her friend has texted her back. She frowns.
    â€œLet me guess,” I say. “She’s telling you to come back to school right this instant.”
    â€œNo,” Harper says. “She told me that you’re the kind of guy I could get into a lot of trouble with.”
    I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. I wonder if she’s the kind of girl I want to get into trouble with. I’ve made up my mind. Harper is definitely hot. “I don’t even know this Anna,” I say. “But already I can tell she’s smart.”

Harper
    The way Penn’s looking at me, like maybe he wants to kiss me or maybe even get me naked, is making butterflies swarm around in my stomach. He’s just so . . . I don’t know, real .
    Like, what guy do you know who admits he’s trouble? Although, the fact that he’s admitting he’s trouble is definitely a big red flag. It’s like a huge, huge, huge red flag. I’m not sure if I should be glad he’s being honest, or nervous that he’s obviously crazy enough to think that admitting how much trouble you are is okay.
    I’m not the kind of girl who looks for trouble. I’m not even the kind of girl who finds trouble when she’s not looking for it.
    â€œWhere are you taking me?” I ask. I think it’s a good variation of my usual “Where are we going?”
    â€œGod, you really are uptight, aren’t you?” Penn asks. He shifts the truck into another gear, and as he does, his hand brushes against my thigh. I’m not sure if it’s my imagination, but I feel like maybe he did it on purpose.
    â€œNo.” I don’t think I’m uptight. Am I uptight? I don’t think I am. But probably people who are uptight don’t realize they’re uptight. Oh God. I might be uptight. “I’m just not used to strange boys accosting me in the hallway.”
    He grins. “I’m a man.”
    I snort.
    â€œAnd I’m sick of you being so suspicious of me.”
    â€œYou haven’t known me long enough to be sick of anything about me.”
    â€œI’ve known you long enough.” He looks over at me, and his gaze slides up my body. Suddenly