Chapter 45

Brooklyn woke with a start. Her head was aching, but she couldn’t feel Harry.

“Brooklyn 1, Harry 0,” she said triumphantly, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. She checked her phone and saw she had messages from the girls.

Alice even wondered if she was dead.

Brooklyn rolled her eyes and stumbled her way to the shower, washing away her sleepy haze. When she was done, she dried herself, let her curly hair go wild, and changed into her work clothes. Once she was ready, she started her walk to work.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Harry realized she wasn’t at school.

“Stop thinking about him!” Brooklyn told herself. “He’s out of your head, Brooke! Stop thinking about him! Think of boys, really hot boys. Smoking boys.

Like Harry.

Brooklyn groaned and shook her head. “You’re such a girl,” she huffed.

“Hey.”

Brooklyn yelled out in fright when a car pulled up next to her. She half-expected it to be Harry, so she was surprised to see Ben, h