Phoebe's POV
I accidentally slept with Harold last night. If I hadn't pulled myself together, I would've woken up this morning ready to slap him across the face.
And I definitely would've thrown in a "You pervert!" for good measure.
After all, Harold had forced that kiss on me in the car last night. He took advantage of how weak I got around his ridiculous good looks and let him get away with it.
But compared to Harold kissing me without asking, I realized that my accidentally sleeping with him was way more serious. In this mess, Harold had gotten the worse end of the deal.
Since I didn't have the moral high ground, I decided to just let the whole thing go. I wouldn't give Harold grief about the kiss anymore.
He kissed me, and I slept with him, so we were even now.
Then Charlies showed up, completely clueless about the tension, asking nonstop whether Harold had bullied me, looking ready to throw down for my honor.
