Clover's P.O.V
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"I cannot believe we're actually doing this," Quinn said, the anxiety in her voice loud and clear.
"Will you relax already?" Harper grumbled at her. "It's been hours. We're literally about to walk into the party."
"Yeah, but they've been blowing up Clover's phone nonstop," Quinn replied. "What if they get really mad? What if they come here? What if they blame us?"
"None of that is gonna happen," I told her. "Just relax. They don't care enough to come looking for me. I told them that I was safe and with friends. I promised I wouldn't go anywhere alone with anyone. They're just pi.ssed that I went behind their backs."
"I guess if you're sure..." she said, clearly still worried.
"I am."
I wasn't. Not at all. I wasn't sure of anything
