You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Harper

The guys are pissed.

My body is sore.

My parents are clueless.

And all I want is to go downstairs and kiss Easton. I want him to tell meit's going to be okay. I want him to tell me he misses me, that last nightwas everything he imagined it would be.

I notice that he’s put my sheets in the hamper already, putting mycomforter over my bed as if nobody has even slept in it, but I know thetruth.

We did a hell of a lot more than sleep last night.

My hamper looks guilty.

How does a hamper look guilty?

I walk over to the basket and lift the lid, my off-white sheets looknormal except for a few red stains.

Me.

Us.

I should have thought ahead, but I'm glad Easton at least imagined ascenario where my dad came barreling into my room, took one look atthe bed, and questioned me while shoving Easton off the roof.

My eyes squeeze shut, and I imagine his hands on me, just as my doorbursts open. Not my dad, but just as bad.

Sadie stands there, hands on hips. “Tell me everything.”

I quickly turn around. “You saw everything. Apparently, I'm a whore.”She waves me off. “The boys already have it half gone.”

I snort and move to my bed, she follows.

Sadie puts her hand on mine. “Let's talk about the good stuff before wetalk about the asshole we're going to kill later.”

I smile at that. “Fine.”

“How was it?” Her smile is so wide I swear her face is going to break inhalf. When I don't say anything, she gives me a light shove. “Come on,there's no way in hell he took you back here to bake cookies!”

“We could have baked cookies.” I grab a piece of hair and wrap itaround my finger.

“So, cookies make you blush like that?”

“Maybe it's the chocolate?” I joke.

She shoves me harder. “Details, girl!”

I laugh and try not to feel too embarrassed that we're sitting on thesame bed he took my virginity on. “It was everything I imagined itwould be and more.”

“Awww! So, he was..." She trails off like she’s embarrassed.“Incredible,” I finish. “He was selfless, sexy, just, everything.” I sigh andtry not to melt into a puddle at her feet. “I mean at first, you know.” Ishrug. “... and then his focus was just on me, on us, I just wish..." I looktoward the window. “I wish it wouldn't have been ruined by Aisha.”“Aisha?” she repeats. “What makes you think she’s the one who spray-painted that?"

I shrug. “She truly has it out for me, that's why.”

Sadie’s quiet. “Well, it could be Blake too. Rumor has it he punched hisown car yesterday after you guys left and went on a tirade.”

I frown. “Blake? No, he wouldn't.”

“Trust me,” she says. “Everyone saw it, some got it on social media even,he was pissed.” Sadie looks uncomfortable for a minute. “Plus, Ryan andI may have stalked Aisha on social media last night and noticed in herstories that she’s out of town.”

A chill wracks my body. “Really?”

“Yup.” She nods. “She left right after school and took Julia with her.”

I make a face then slowly turn toward her. “You and Ryan?”

“Hmm...” She starts playing with her hair.

“What were you doing last night anyway? He never came home.”Sadie bites down on her lower lip. “We were definitely not playingMonopoly.”

Thankful for the distraction, I shove her off the bed onto her ass, she'ssitting on the floor smirking up at me. “You little hussy!”

“I'm the hussy?” she asks innocently. “Go look after your brother, guysan animal when he's,”

I shake my head and start to plug my ears.

She laughs and lays down on the ground. “God, I miss that mouth.”“Nope!” I plug my ears harder. “Some things you can't unhear!”

She moves back to the bed and sobers. “Honestly though, the onlyother person is Blake.”

“Nice subject change.”

“Because I'm worried...” She puts her hand on mine. “If it's him..."

“It's not,” I say quickly. “He would never. Trust me, I know him.”

“Do you, though?”

I look toward the door and swallow. Is someone out there? Sadie grabsmy attention again by going to the window and watching Ryan paint.“Damn, he's hot.”

“My brother,” I remind her.

“Fully aware.” She grins and stares down at her hands, then looks up. “Ireally like him.”

“I know.” I put an arm around her. “Aw, look at us, growing up.”

She laughs and shoves me away. “I didn't say I slept with him, unlikesome people...”

I roll my eyes and feel myself blushing. “Very funny.”

“Are you happy?” she asks honestly.

I nod. “Yeah, I am. Easton makes me happy.”

“I think anyone who saw you two the other day would agree. Maybethat's why we need to not forget the look on Blake's face, he trulythought he was in the running, you know? He was pursuing you.”

I frown, hating that we're even having this discussion. “But to go thatfar? If he really likes me, you'd think he'd try to actually do things forme, not write whore on my garage.”

“Look, I agree, but all I'm saying is, he's the next one that makes sense. Ijust wish you had cameras outside, so we knew.”

I frown. "How did you know anyway? I texted you, and you were alreadyhere.”

She holds up her phone. “Ryan took a photo and sent it to me, I thinkhe meant to say something but probably saw Easton standing thereand lost all brain cells.”

I sigh and slump against the bed. “I hope they don't kill each other.”"He'll get over it one day.” She nudges me with her elbow. “In themeantime, let's cheer up, grab some ice cream and go watch someNetflix, yeah?”

I nod. “We should see if the guys want to hang out.”

“Weird.” She gets up and walks toward the door. “We have guys now.”“Agreed.” I look back at my bed and try not to blush.

Everything is different now.

I just hope that it gets better, not worse.

With a sigh, I open up my bedroom door and freeze.

It's Easton standing there, face unreadable. “Hey, can we talk?”