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

over my face. “Mom and Dad are going out

brothers? Will they

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

day is

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

idea,” Blake says. “A

write out a quick text, shooting it off to the important people in our class, making sure everyone knows about the

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

swallow, wiping my mouth.

real?”

not. Can

the girls will dress? How much tits and ass

love any reason to put on a costume,” Ryan

dreaming about it already. “All those hotties under one roof, it’s going to be the fucking playboy mansion

crib.”

out my phone and type up another message, letting the group know to

hear

will reveal that perfect

about.

grin pulls across Ryan’s lips as he nods. “I think we should all

up a ménage of

Sadie walks into the cafeteria, Ryan’s sister behind her, Sadie heading straight for Ryan. “Here

stops in front

there’s a Halloween party this weekend.” She holds up her

fast,”

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

a bite of his sandwich, replying with

wear something

skimpy?”

slaps his shoulder. “I’m not one

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