“Who is he?” Honor asked, because Quinn knew everyone, no matter who they were or what they did.
“Harry Styles,” Quinn responded. “He’s a loner. Hides in the basement. Surrounds himself with recording equipment. His friend is Liam Payne. They’re one in the same, I’d say.”
Honor rolled her eyes; she didn’t recognize him. She had probably seen him around campus before, but he looked like any regular Joe off the street.
“I dare you to flirt with him,” Quinn whispered suddenly, her eyes wide and smile malicious. “He probably never interacts with girls. Just you talking to him will probably give him a boner.”