You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

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

thinking about war, and the other looks like he’s going to be in one.” He follows Ryan’s gaze. “Ohhhhhh, is

Ryan pounds the table with his fist, making the

jump.

nothing

tell myself not to look over my

also tell myself it would be 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,

Maybe I need sex

Yeah, that’s it.

That’s all this is!

Harper because my

should have thought

better, I do finally turn and

have more regrets than 1 can

I hadn’t really seen her face. I’d only noticed she’d worn clothes that weren’t made out of tent material and that for some

it was that vision of Harper that had

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

at least now

dick has perfect timing. Not. Especially since I was sitting right

Ryan.

Really. Just, great timing.

from before came back full force. What the hell is Harper even thinking? So, she puts on some makeup and better clothes and now she thinks she’s as popular

It changes nothing.

to pass out as he saunters up to the table

on his

Shit.

but to follow him as

has made the awful choice of sitting next to Harper and when

instantly pales,