I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched Harper have his lunch in peace while I kept glaring daggers at him.

I could get up from the table and walk out of the cafeteria, but I was hungry and I didn't want to leave the battleground. Not when he was challenging me at my home ground.

I gingerly picked up my fork and got back to eating my lunch, quite aware of the sneaking glances Harper constantly threw at me.

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The week that followed was one of the most frustrating and exasperating one of my life. In the days that followed, Harper didn't just make a...