God, I feel so warm and fuzzy. All the sadness and bitterness is gone. I have friends here. People I can rely on. I can hang out at a party without anyone else without feeling weird, or even being alone too long. People like me, and I like them. I wish I could go back in time to months and months ago and tell past-Danni that she didn’t have to worry about coming to Henland at all, because there are good people everywhere.

I’m so fucking happy.

“Everyone here is so awesome,” I say, and I lean against the brick wall and let my head fall back against it. “Eleanor’s awesome, and Rose and Molly, and you’re awesome. You’re really, really nice. I’m so lucky.”

“You’re the awesome one.”

“No, you are. You’re super awe—”

I swear, I don’t notice. I don’t notice her leaning in until she’s right in front of me, because the world’s sort of swimming, and my eyes aren’t really focused, and suddenly she’s there, and she is kissing me.

And it all happens at the exact same moment. She kisses me, and her hand is on my jaw, and she’s pressing me against the wall. She kisses me, and a group of guys come around the side of the house, and all I’m aware of is her lips on mine and the sound of their banter. She kisses me, and I pull away, the very second I catch on to exactly what’s happening.

“Harriet,” I whisper, and she knows right away, and she’s horrified.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I thought … I thought you…”

The guys, laughing, stop in their tracks and make a big deal of backing away from us. I don’t even get a good look at who they are, because I’m still trying to process the fact that Harriet just kissed me.

Wait, did I just cheat on Rose? Does that count?

“No,” I say. “I like you a lot, but not like that.”

“You do like girls, though, right?” she asks. “You do. Just not me.”

This cannot be happening. It doesn’t make any sense, and I think I’m going to throw up. Everything blurs and then morphs back together, and I press my palms against the wall to steady myself. Did I get drunker?

“Shit, I’m so sorry, honestly,” Harriet says, and I can tell she means it. “I assumed, and I—shit, I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m drunk, and I think I thought you were saying one thing, and you weren’t, and, please, I’m really sorry.”

“I need to be alone now,” I say, and Harriet nods.

“Do you need me to get someone? Do you need anything?”

“No. I just need space, please.”