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, why?”

phone, a smile moving over my face. “Mom and

replies. “But what about your brothers? Will they be stopping by to make sure that’s not what

father at his law firm,

day is more

staying at your place,

idea,”

class, making sure everyone knows about the plan, and I take

Blake says. “Why

swallow, wiping my

real?”

why not.

will dress? How much tits and ass

reason to put on a costume,” Ryan

lingerie,” Blake says, his eyes closing, like he’s dreaming about it already. “All those hotties under one

crib.”

up another message, letting the group know to wear

girl will hear about the party and

it will reveal that perfect chest with hard, perky nipples, or that ass I can’t

about.

think we should all go as

round up a ménage of

I warn as Sadie walks into the cafeteria, Ryan’s sister behind

stops in front of

weekend.” She holds up her phone, like she

fast,”

go as Ken and Barbie, how cute would

replying with a full mouth, “I’m dressing up with the

I’ll wear

be skimpy?”

slaps his shoulder. “I’m not

asks. “Are you one of

“Watch it!” Ryan seethes.

to erupt a