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!

ready to break it over

the other looks like he’s going to be in

again and I’m shoving this tray down your throat.” Ryan pounds the table with his fist,

jump.

She’s nothing but

 

not to look

a horrible idea to make eye contact, because then I’ll probably end up staring at her mouth again, which would make me look at her outfit, which would then, for whatever sick reason, make it harder not to think about it in

Maybe I need sex

Yeah, that’s it.

That’s all this is!

conjures up visions of Harper because my body is

 

have

better, I do

more regrets than 1 can

hadn’t really seen her face. I’d

 

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

 

asking me questions, trying to distract me with her super low cut

at least now I

my dick has perfect timing. Not. Especially since I was sitting right next to Blake

Ryan.

Really. Just, great timing.

from before came back full force. What the hell is Harper even thinking? So, she puts on some makeup

 

It changes nothing.

he saunters up to the table and tries

on his

Shit.

and Blake have no choice but to follow him as we weave through the tables

the awful choice of sitting next to Harper and when he looks up at us, I’m

instantly pales,

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