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?”

up from my phone, a smile moving over my face. “Mom and Dad are going out of

your brothers? Will they be stopping by to make sure that’s not what you’re

work with my father at his law firm, footsteps

me every day is more than want

your place, so there’s

like this idea,” Blake says.

important people in our class, making sure everyone

an idea,” Blake says. “Why not make it a

wiping

real?”

not.

dress? How much tits

love any reason to put on a costume,”

says, his eyes closing, like he’s dreaming about it already. “All those hotties under one roof, it’s going to be the

crib.”

my phone and type up another message, letting

girl will hear

she’ll have on, if it will reveal that perfect chest with hard, perky nipples, or that ass I

about.

across Ryan’s lips as he nods. “I think we should all go as Hugh Hefner, the owner of

round up a ménage of bunnies for

into the cafeteria, Ryan’s sister behind her, Sadie heading straight

stops in front of our

“Sooo, I hear there’s a Halloween party this weekend.” She holds up her phone, like she just read the

travels fast,”

“Ryan, we should go as Ken

a bite of his sandwich, replying with a full mouth, “I’m dressing up with the

wear

skimpy?” Blake asks

“I’m not one

you, Harper?” Blake asks. “Are you

“Watch it!” Ryan seethes.

is going to erupt