Clover's P.O.V
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The silence that followed Harper's statement was deafening. Not really. There was plenty of noise around us from the other students. But inside our little circle... crickets.
All I could do was stare at Harper as a tomato dropped from my sandwich, plopping onto the paper it came wrapped in. Quinn had a funny look on her face as her head turned from me, to Harper, to Lark, and back again. Harper just continued to eat like she didn't just drop a massive bomb on me.
"Is that really him?" Quinn finally asked. "How do you know?"
"Because I had a group project with him last year," she replied. "Well, he was the senior overlooking our project. He was nice. And so fu.cking hot. Plus, I'm smart and observant. That's why I'm going to be a scie
