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?”

think so, why?” Blake

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

about your brothers? Will they be

work with my father at his law firm, footsteps that I’m

every day is

them I’m staying at your place, so there’s

this idea,” Blake says. “A

in our class,

“Why not make

swallow, wiping

real?”

why not. Can you

will dress? How much tits and ass will be on

reason to put

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

crib.”

my phone and type up another message,

girl will hear about the party and attend

of costume she’ll have on, if it will reveal that perfect

about.

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

round up a ménage of bunnies for the night,”

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

in front of our

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

fast,”

costume parties,” she sings. “Ryan, we should go

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

wear

be skimpy?” Blake asks

his shoulder. “I’m not one

you, Harper?” Blake asks. “Are

“Watch it!” Ryan seethes.

answer, which I’m sure is going to erupt a fight between her and Ryan. As she contemplates her response, my stare