Tyla and Harper were heading to their dorm, and they munched on some hotdog Harper bought on their way.
Tyla had insisted she needed one and acted like she wouldn't be able to walk if she hadn't got one.
What a drama queen.
Despite knowing Tyla lied, Harper still bought the hotdogs for her out of kindness.
"But seriously, Ty, remember that you still owe me," Harper spoke, biting her hotdog.
"Owe you? How? Why? And when?" Tyla inquired, obviously acting, her eyes widening and her head tilting like she was genuinely unaware. But Harper knew her too well to believe.
"Not in the mood for this," Harper stated, her voice clearly lacking interest.
"Come on, Harp, why don't we let this hotdog slide?" Tyla raised an eyebrow, doing the expression Harper couldn't resist.
"Ugh, fine," Harper groaned, finishing her own hotdog.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of a motorcycle heading toward them. They moved to the side to give way, but the rider stopped the motorcycle.
Harper recognized the motorcycle as Logan's and instantly rolled her eyes, while Tyla stood behind her, grinning.
Logan slowly took his helmet off and cradled it in his arm. "Hi, princess."
Logan greeted, his smile unwavering.
"Hi, Logan Hayes!" Tyla squealed, batting her eyelashes. Harper stared at her for a while before rolling her eyes again.
She turned to face Logan. "Why'd you stop?"
"To see if I could pick you up, but then I realized you were with this pretty—" He paused to wink at Tyla, who nearly fainted at the attribute.
"—lady. So I can't pick you up. Next time, princess?" He smiled softly.
"Just stop acting, Logan. She knows," Harper said, unable to keep up with that act. She knew he was trying to behave like a perfect boyfriend, but did he really think she was dishonest enough to not tell her best friend?!
"And just so you know, it was her own stupid idea," Harper added, shooting a glare at Tyla, who forced a smile.
Logan couldn't help but wonder—did she tell Tyla about what she saw that Tuesday? He didn't want to ask here, in front of Tyla. Maybe he'd ask later in order to avoid attention.
"Oh, I see. So it's her fault I'm stuck in this with you?" Logan chirped, getting off his motorcycle.
"Yes, you can say it that way," Harper said, a sly smile on her lips.
"Hey! Not technically! I gave you a choice, Harp!" Tyla defended herself, her lips forming a pout.
"No you didn't, Ty. You made it seem like I had no choice, rather," Harper also defended herself, causing Logan to roll his eyes. He knew he was about to watch two girls quarrel over nothing and probably end up watching them catfight.
"That's the complete opposite!" Tyla spat out, hitting her forehead with her hand.
"Yeah, that's 'cause you made me do the complete opposite!" Harper retorted, folding her arms and looking so frustrated...
Over something that did not make any sense.
Logan Hayes found it amusing. Seeing her looking so fierce because of nothing sensible made her look ridiculous, and he chuckled.
"I'm so in the mood to hear why you're laughing... What's funny?" she deadpanned, turning to Logan, and her sarcastic reply made him smirk.
"Watching both of you argue over something that makes no sense is what is funny. I mean, come on, no one cares if it was a choice or not, right, princess?" Logan spoke, his eyes fixated on Harper as he moved a little closer. Harper felt like all the air was sucked from there as a result of how his eyes bore into her.
"Unless..." Logan drawled, holding her chin, and her face turned red. "You're too shy to admit that you actually chose to fake-date me."
Harper shivered under his unrelenting gaze, warmth spreading at her chin, where his fingers lingered. Harper wanted to say something clever, but his grassland green eyes pinned her in place, stripping her of words.
Tyla just stood there, staring at them like she was watching a romantic MSA episode.
Suddenly, Logan chuckled, moving backward. "You done staring?" he teased, and Harper kept glancing at him before looking away. Her eyebrows furrowed, unsure if she should speak or stay silent.
"Not true," was all she could mutter, and that only made his smirk deepen.
"Any-boo, I came to remind you to wait for me outside campus tomorrow," Logan Hayes spoke, going back to his motorcycle.
"For what exactly?" Harper folded her arms, questioning him as he sat on his motorcycle.
"So that you two can enter campus together. Right, Logan?" Tyla chimed in.
"Aww, your friend is smarter than you," Logan teased Harper, doing the puppy face, and Harper just shook her head while he wore his helmet.
"You think I'm smart?" Tyla tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear seductively, and Logan chuckled.
"Adios, girlfriend!" he winked and drove off.
"I'm not your girlfriend!" she yelled back frustratedly.
"Well, technically, you are—"
"You're not helping, Tyla."
Harper sighed.