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The car comes to a stop outside of the school and I unbuckle my seatbelt, thinking Hunter is probably right. There is no way that Harp is going to let me skip homecoming.
My best friend is way into the whole ‘school’ thing. She dresses up for games and even though she pretends to hate high school, I know she secretly loves it. She wouldn’t miss homecoming for anything. And me being her best friend means that skipping homecoming definitely isn’t an option.
Still… I’m not going to change my mind. There is no way. Not even Harper can convince me to go.
I turn up my coffee, finishing the rest of it in a couple of swallows. I grab my bag and then get out of the SUV. I don’t have to look back to know that Hunter is following me—he’s always following me. He wouldn’t be a very good bodyguard if he weren’t.
You’d think that since his friends got my name off the hitman websites he’d chill, but nope. I don’t think Hunter has ever been chill a day in his life. He definitely isn’t going to start now either.
I have a feeling that it’s going to be a long school year.
You’re going.
Harper is beaming as she sits down at the table in the dining hall at lunch. Either she’s really excited about her cheeseburger, whichdoeslook good, or something I’m not going to like is about to happen. Who knew I would meet a girl with fire red hair and more energy than the sun when I came here?
“A week from tomorrow.” She squeals with delight.
I raise an eyebrow. “What is a week from tomorrow?”
Her jaw drops open as she looks at me. “Have you been living under a rock, Coco? Duh! Only Homecoming. I’ve already got my dress laid out so I can stare at it every night.” She lets out a girly sigh, one that I didn’t even think Harper was capable of.
“Oh.” I shrug. “Well, have fun.”
She jerks her head in my direction, narrowing her eyes. “Why does that sound like you aren’t coming?”
“Because I’m not.” I use my chopsticks to put a piece of sushi in my mouth, hoping that I’m signifying that we’redonewith this conversation.
“Yes you are Cove Lawson,” she says stubbornly.
Hunter chuckles, so I shoot a glare his way.
“It’shomecoming,” Harper continues. “And more importantly, it’s senior year. It’s your last chance to experience things like this. And something tells me that you didn’t go to junior homecoming.”
Yeah, no. I would have rather pulled off my own fingernails than endure the torture of a dance at my old school. I shudder just thinking about it.
She gives me a pointed look. “See. Youhaveto go.”
“I don’t even have a date,” I counter.
Harper rolls her eyes. “Because you don’t want a date. You could ask any guy in this school and he would be dying to take you. Or even Griffin. Inviting a date from East Raven is allowed.”
“He doesn’t want to come to homecoming with me.” And I don’t want him to come to homecoming with me. Bringing him to homecoming would mean that it was a date. And dating is the last thing I want to do right now—at least not until Hunter and his spy friends figure out who put a hit out on my life.
“He does want to go with her.” Hunter scoots closer to me, getting into mine and Harper’s conversation. “He texted her this morning to ask when her homecoming is.”
Harper gasps. “See, Cove! You’re so oblivious to guys flirting with you.”
Hunter snorts. “I know! Guys flirt with her all the time and she doesn’t have a clue.”
She grins, wiggling her eyebrows at me. “You could even take Hunter.”
I groan. “I’m not taking Hunter. And I’mnotgoing.”
“Oh, you’re going.” Harper leans forward. “I cannot have my best friend sitting at home on what could be one of the best nights of her life.”
I roll my eyes. “Dramatic much? It’s a stupid high school dance.”
She pouts. “Please, Coco. I need you.”
