I knew that as soon as I did it. It’s just that she’d been sitting there looking so adorable, trying to open that damn package of crackers. How could opening a package of crackers look cute? It made no sense. But it was more than that. Not only is she cute, but let’s face it, she is also hot. And I was stupid for not noticing it earlier. Although I guess I must have noticed it a little bit—I did put that note on her desk, after all. But that note was a throw-away, something I did on the spur of the moment. It’s not like I wanted anything to come of it. If I want a girl, I don’t waste time with cute little notes. That’s what guys who have no game do. That’s what guys who want romance do. And I’m not that guy. But now I’ve gone and kissed Harper, and to make it even worse, I did it on the hood of my car after a rainstorm, at a park while we were having a picnic. What the hell was I thinking? After we kiss, I expect things to be awkward, like it usually is after you kiss a girl for the first time.
