You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Easton

I'm a dick.

I hold her all night and go to school the next day pretending likenothing happened. Her locker is back to normal though I have a badfeeling it's just going to get worse if she's seen with me and I'm stillpissed that I don't know who took it upon themselves to be an assholeto Harper of all people.

A small annoying voice inside me says that I'm an asshole enough forher to actually suspect me, but I ignore it, just like the feeling of wantevery time she walks by smelling like fucking sunshine and the tropics.I know I'm in a shit mood.

Ryan points it out to me several times and asks if I'm hung over towhich I want to reply yeah, from your sister.

That would be a shit show.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She's not even that pretty!

Lie.

I scowl and look down at my phone in annoyance. It's dying and all Iwant to know is if she’s okay, where the hell she’s at and shit I'm actinglike such a pussy right now. Ryan's furiously texting someone like histhumbs are gonna fall off if he doesn't send it fast enough. “Yo, can Iborrow your phone?”

“Huh?” He doesn't look up. “You have a phone, it's in your hand.”

I wave it at him knowing he won't look up. “Battery almost died, I justneed to look up the score from the game last night.”

“What game?” He frowns at his screen, damn it just give me yourphone!

“The basketball game.” Surely there was one on last night right?

He sighs. “Hold up.”

Seconds later I have his phone while he’s digging into his lunch andpulling out candy and a Coke..

A minute after that I'm texting her from his phone, and using hisbattery to charge mine so I can at least have a bit of juice.

It's almost too easy.

A few minutes go by as I wait for her text.

Nothing.

Its" her fault anyway, I would have charged my phone had I actuallystayed in my room last night rather than pulling her greedily into myarms and trying not to kiss her again.

“Thanks man.” I hand his phone back to him and stand.

Lunch is almost over. I haven't seen Harper the entire lunch period butassume that she’s out doing what nerdy girls do-studying.

I hate that my eyes keep searching for her and look down at my phone.Me: Harper...Where are you?

Little bubbles pop up right away, then disappear. It's slow torture as Iwait for her to at least send me a middle finger emoji.

H: I'm in the library.

Hlaugh. Of course she is.

H: With Blake.

Nope!

I trip over my own feet in an effort to sprint out of the cafeteria anddown the hall into the library. What the hell is she doing with Blake ofall people? The guy should still be high from last night.

And again.

There were rules about this sort of thing.

The more I think about it the angrier I get, until I'm jerking open thelibrary doors and stomping towards their table. Both of their heads areleaning in as she points at her

book

The guy has a near perfect GPA, no way is he actually using her as atutor.

“Thanks,” I hear him say, then glance up and smile. “I needed a goodidea for his present and my brain is fried.”

“Stop with the weed.” She smiles. “You're just killing brain cells.”

He laughs. “I have some to spare.”

“Do you though?” I interject fully looking like a jealous idiot. “What'sgoing on?”

“Oh.” Harper blushes. “It's Ryan's birthday soon and Blake wants to earnextra friend points by getting him something better than you.”

I gawk. “And you're helping him?”

“He bought me coffee.” She smiles.

The only response I can think of is, who gave you orgasms yesterday?Me.

I'm the mother fucking winner in this scenario.

You're. Welcome.

Instead I just stand there like an idiot. “That means it's your birthdaysoon.”

Blake slowly claps and stands. “He's so good at math.”

I flip him off, today is so not the day to piss me off, not after touchingher, being

I trip over my own feet in an effort to sprint out of the cafeteria anddown the hall into the library. What the hell is she doing with Blake ofall people? The guy should still be high from last night.

And again.

There were rules about this sort of thing.

The more I think about it the angrier I get, until I'm jerking open thelibrary doors and stomping towards their table. Both of their heads areleaning in as she points at her book.

The guy has a near perfect GPA, no way is he actually using her as atutor.

“Thanks,” I hear him say, then glance up and smile. “I needed a goodidea for his present and my brain is fried.”

“Stop with the weed.” She smiles. “You're just killing brain cells.”

He laughs. I have some to spare.”

“Do you though?” I interject fully looking like a jealous idiot. “What'sgoing on?”

“Oh.” Harper blushes. “It's Ryan's birthday soon and Blake wants to earnextra friend points by getting him something better than you.”

I gawk. “And you're helping him?”

“He bought me coffee.” She smiles.

The only response I can think of is, who gave you orgasms yesterday?Me.

I'm the mother fucking winner in this scenario.

You're. Welcome

Instead I just stand there like an idiot. “That means it's your birthdaysoon.”

Blake slowly claps and stands. “He's so good at math.”

I flip him off, today is so not the day to piss me off, not after touchingher, being

half naked with her, how the hell is she not effected by this, I'm almostoffended at how chill she seems. “Harper can I talk to you real quick?”The bell rings. I curse it to Hell while she shoots me an apologetic lookand grabs her backpack and a protein bar from the table.

“I owe you." Blake says. “How about dinner?”

The protein bar freezes half way to her mouth as she whispers. “Huh?”“Dinner.” He shoves his hands into his black joggers. “As a thank you, I'lltake you to dinner, will only stare at your tits like twice while lyingabout being lost in your eyes and will attempt to feed you withoutgrabbing your ass.”

She laughs.

Actually laughs like he's funny and then looks at me.

I scowl. “What? You need permission to go to dinner with Blake fromme?"

Her expression goes dark.

I shrug, angry that I'm angry, angry that he’s asking her to dinner and Ihad my fingers inside her without even taking her on a date. “No, Iguess I don't.”

“You don't.” I repeat. “Oh and Blake, be careful, the last thing you wantis Ryan killing you because you ate out his sister.” I snap my fingers. “Imean took out his sister, sorry.”

Harper drops the protein bar onto the table, eyes wide and full of hurt,hurt I put there by being myself-and jealous of the ass hat who keepslooking between us like he's going to figure out why she looks ready tocry and I look ready to burn the world.

“Here,” Harper looks away from me. TlI give you my number...”

I hate that Blake looks like he won the lottery and that he has an innow, and that I pushed her directly into his waiting man whore hands.Blake types it in her phone then hands it back.

I'm so still I'm barely breathing

I'm pissed.

Livid.

Blake says something else I can't even hear above my own breathingand walks off. Harper starts to follow. I chase after her, grab her by thearm and pull her down the history aisle. Dusty books and the smell ofpaper surround us as I pin her against the bookcase. “What the hell areyou doing?

Her eyes search mine and then she leans in and whispers in my ear.“Eating.”

I feel my control breaking. “You only eat at my house.”

"Oh?" Her eyebrows shoot up. “Is that right?”

“My food is better.” I snap.

She eyes me up and down. “Is it though?”

I lose all control, my forehead presses against hers, my bodys’ on fire asI hold her captive and say. “Don't act like a slut-you don’t want anothermishap like yesterday.”

She tries to slap me.

I grab her by the wrist, my fingers digging into her skin.

Tears well in her eyes.

And I like it.

I like that I make her react.

I'm a sick bastard because it makes me feel weirdly proud that out of allthe guys in our school, I'm the only one who can make her scream inpleasure or pain-me.

She jerks away from me, “You're such a-"

I cut her off with a kiss.

She wraps her arms around me.

Someone gasps.

Something falls against the ground, we both turn.

It's fucking Sadie.