You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 14

Easton

“I think I’m dying…” I groan the next morning, holding my head between my hands as if it’s going to fall off at any minute and, honestly, I wouldn’t be against it fuck, how much did I drink?

I dreamt of cat woman.

The dream quickly turned into a nightmare when Ryan’s face replaced hers, causing me to question my sexuality, only to wake up screaming when Ryan spooned me.

I was the small spoon.

That trauma will stay with me for life, I’ve never shoved Ryan so hard.

He fell off the bed and landed on Blake who woke up yelling about a lizard named Mike.

I need new friends.

I’m still pissed at Blake for taunting me last night, even though I have zero interest in Harper. I mean if she was the last girl on earth, I’d still pass her by, she’s just too-t oo something. Plain? No, that’s not it. She’s just annoying as hell, never listens to anything I say, despite every single

warning and she’s always there.

My mind decides to remind me about her banging body beneath that bikini, but I quickly shove the thought away.

Fine, so one time I found her hot.

It means nothing

Because she’s Ryan’s sister and that was the whole fucking point of not inviting her to my party,

“Thought you were gonna pass out in your own puke last night” Blake sits up and wipes his face with his hands. “What’s this shit about cats again? I’m starting to worry about you, man. That’s twice now, is that what alcohol does to you? Makes

you hallucinate about pussy?” He laughs at his own joke. “See what I did there?”

I chuck a pillow at his face and instantly regret it as my head pounds harder. “I need aspirin.”

“And I need tits to bury my face between. Alas, we don’t always get what we want, stupid universe…”

I stare over at him and just shake my head.

He shrugs. “You have any

get up, body weak from dehydration, careful not to wake a still sleeping Ryan who’s holding the pillow so hard

.

going

looking at the absolute destruction the party has done to my home and for some reason it makes me smile. Maybe because I immediately think about a

takes a long drag of his juice. “Things

agree, about to take a drink but I pause.

Blake stills. “Why?”

curious…I mean

on the thin

I don’t even know, the tenth grade? There’s no way she’s been giving any guys any favors. Even if she says she

“Hmmm.”

outside, flopping onto a lawn chair next to us, dark aviators covering his eyes and a beer clutched in his hand. “Hair of the

ass.” Blake grins,

had dark hair, and while I don’t typically even pay attention to girls with dark hair,

clear my throat as my body instantly

me? | can always control my

anything, she should be the one seeking me out. I mean she

Fuck that shit

goes off, he takes one more swig

here.”

“Uber?” Blake asks.

I’m forcing Harper to do hard labor after…” He scowls. “Never mind.

even care when she’s a nobody? A nerdy girl with exactly one best friend and a popular brother she mooches off to crash parties she’s

think about her, the angrier I get. Because when I do think about

I want to

find myself saying

standing there in nothing but cropped

Ah, we meet again.

door. “Did you even wash

then quickly turn into slits.