Chapter 16

Easton

“…so then I was like, girl, you could literally blow me right here and now and I’d still -” Blake punches me in the shoulder. “Are you even listening?”

“Huh? What?” I drop the fry back onto my plate and shove it away. “Sorry, I was just thinking about…” I gulp. “History.

Blake snorts out a laugh. “You’re not even in a history class this year.”

“No, no, not that sort of history.” I used to be great at lying. What the hell is wrong with me? “Wars and things.”

“Wars?” Blake repeats. “Things?” He leans in and whispers, “Did you smoke a bit before you came in or something?”

“No.” I shove him away. “I’m not stupid.”

“And, yet, here you are, thinking about wars and things.” He laughs again, then turns when Ryan slams his tray onto the table and starts shooting murderous glares across the cafeteria. “You good?”

“No.” Ryan snaps. “I’m not good.”

“Couldn’t tell by the way you’re

 

beating the shit out of your lunch…” Blake whistles under his breath. “Girl problems? Sadie problems?”

My ears immediately perk up. Sadie. She’s been with Harper most of the day, and every time see her, I convince myself I’m actually going crazy.

Sadie looks nothing like my mystery girl.

She’s too tall.

Too thin, model thin, not the type of curves my hands are addicted to, not the type of mouth my lips keep fixating on.

A vision of Harper licking her lips

 

floods my mind

Damn it!

shove my own tray away, ready to break it over Blake’s

like he’s going to be in

your throat.” Ryan pounds

jump.

nothing but

 

to look over

again, which would make me look at

Maybe I need sex

Yeah, that’s it.

That’s all this is!

of Harper because my body

 

it, I should have thought of

I do finally

have more regrets than 1 can

stare too hard, so I hadn’t really seen her face. I’d only noticed she’d worn

 

my English class wondering if it was that vision of Harper that had me so hard. Or

 

around, asking me questions, trying to distract me with her super low cut shirt that showed off her

least now

Not. Especially since I

Ryan.

Really. Just, great timing.

So, she puts on some makeup and better clothes and now she thinks she’s as popular

 

It changes nothing.

he saunters up to the table

on his

Shit.

no choice but to follow him as we weave through the

kid has made the awful choice of sitting next to Harper and when he looks up

pales, then

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