You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

 Chapter 8

Easton

Everyone is talking about Ryan’s party when we return to school Monday morning. That’s because anyone who’s anyone was there, rumors swirling through the hallways and throughout my first period class about who got the drunkest, the sickest, who hooked up in Ryan’s parents’ bed.

I only remember one thing from the night

The girl I kissed in the bathroom.

The rest is one big blur.

But I remember every detail about that deliciously curvy waist and the softness of her skin and the way her lips had melded to mine. And since waking up with a whopping hangover the next morning, I’ve been trying to recall every chick who was at the party, comparing them to my memory of her. I don’t understand why this girl is such a mystery

She must be somewhere in this school and I’m going to find her.

That should be easy. There are only two kinds of girls who attend Washington High- ones that disgust me and are not my type at all, and ones I’ve already been

with.

Since I’m on the hunt, I make sure to look at both categories while I’m passing them in the hallway.

By lunch, I haven’t made any progress, and I join the guys in the cafeteria, filling my tray with a few slices of pizza and a drink before I take a seat between Ryan and Blake.

“I’m still feeling like death,” Blake says, staring at his bowl of French fries, not putting a single one in his mouth. “I had Rebecca stop by my place yesterday afternoon and her deep throating couldn’t even take this headache away.”

“Damn.” I bite into the pepperoni slice. “I was feeling pretty rough yesterday afternoon, too, but getting some head would have helped.”

I think of mystery girl’s lips, how they would feel sucking around my tip and lowering down my shaft.

Fuck.

“Tell me about it,” Blake replies. “And that chick has a mouth like a vacuum, but I was doing everything I could not to throw up.”

My cell vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out, seeing a text from my father, letting me know he’s taking my mother away this weekend,

and I’ll be home alone. “Hey,” I say, tapping the screen to pull up a calendar, “isn’t Saturday Halloween?”

so,

“Mom

about your brothers? Will they be stopping by to make sure

than me and work with my father at his law firm, footsteps that I’m supposed to follow. The pressure my

every day is more than

I’m staying at your place, so there’s no

idea,” Blake

text, shooting it off to the important people in our class, making

says. “Why not make it a costume

swallow, wiping my

real?”

why not.

dress? How much tits and ass will be on

put on a costume,”

usually looks more like lingerie,” Blake says, his eyes closing, like he’s dreaming about it already. “All those

crib.”

phone and type up another message, letting

wonder if mystery girl will hear about

kind of costume she’ll have on, if it will reveal that perfect chest with hard, perky nipples, or that

about.

we should all go as Hugh Hefner,

round up a ménage of bunnies for the

cafeteria, Ryan’s sister behind her, Sadie heading straight for

stops in front of

“Sooo, I hear there’s a Halloween party this weekend.” She holds

fast,”

love costume parties,” she sings. “Ryan, we should go as Ken and Barbie, how cute would

a bite of his sandwich, replying with a full mouth,

whatever, I’ll wear something

skimpy?” Blake asks

shoulder. “I’m not one of

about you, Harper?” Blake asks.

“Watch it!” Ryan seethes.

I’m sure is going to erupt