ROSALINE

"Oh, fuck!" I cursed under my breath. What's up now? Harry shouldn't think he has access to call me now that we've made up and he'd finally gotten in my good books. I just hoped he wouldn't start bugging me again.

I heaved a sigh and decided to answer the call. Just as I was about to, Gerald's mom peeked at my phone again, furrowing her eyebrows. Her eyes popped as she saw the caller ID on my phone. "Is that Harry Sinclair?"

How did she know him? I nodded my head and answered. "Yes, it is Harry Sinclair."

Actually, Harry was well known around town. I mean he...