'Would someone help me plot his murder?'

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"You're never going to believe what just happened." I said, putting down my tray and sitting down at our "reserved" table in the cafeteria.

After the "meet and greet" with Harper, I walked straight into the girl's washroom to clear my thoughts, and to convince myself that I did the right thing by refusing to give Harper a chance. Every cell in my body wanted to go back and remove that despondent look on Harper's face, that I put there in the first place, but I had to hold my ground.

My faculties were in total debate with each other. The sane...