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?” Blake

phone, a smile moving over my face. “Mom and Dad are going out of town. Guess who’s having a

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

at his law firm, footsteps that

me every day is

answer. “T’ll tell them I’m staying at your place, so there’s no reason for them to

this idea,” Blake says. “A

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

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

wiping my mouth.

real?”

why not. Can

the girls will dress? How much tits

reason to put

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

crib.”

I take out my phone and type up another

mystery girl will hear about

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

about.

we should all go as

ménage of bunnies

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

stops in front of our

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

travels fast,”

sings. “Ryan, we should go as

his sandwich, replying with

wear something

skimpy?”

his shoulder. “I’m not one of

Blake asks. “Are you one

“Watch it!” Ryan seethes.

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