You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 23

Harper

| clutch my books closer to my chest, irritated that I have to carry them but my backpack is already full and my locker won’t open. It’s jammed yet again. I hate this school.

The moment Ryan and I arrived this morning, the first person I saw was Easton. He looked right through me, his eyes narrow slits, his lips thin. Aisha approached him and it was as if he forgot all about me, his attention solely focused on her.

She sent me a look that told me she witnessed our little interaction and she wanted to interrupt it on purpose, the catty bitch. I leave them in a huff, my determined steps taking me to my locker, only to discover it wouldn’t open.

Thank God I brought all my books home last night, in the hopes could lose myself in homework. Didn’t happen.

All I could think about was stupid Easton

Didn’t help that he sent me a friend request on Instagram and like the pathetic loser he always reminds me that I am, I accepted it without hesitation. And then I went and

followed his profile, which is public. No surprise.

When he direct messaged me, I almost fell off the bed. At first, he acted like he was into me, and despite everything that’s happened between us, the miniscule good and the overwhelmingly bad, I thought maybe he was going to confess his real feelings.

Then he made it seem like all he wanted was a sneaky hookup here and there, and I was disgusted. More with myself than him.

This is why I can’t get my hopes up. Easton will always bring them crashing down

I walk into my first period classroom early and collapse into my desk, dropping the books I’m carrying with a loud thump. I suppose I could go to the front office and complain about my Wocker. They’d write me an excuse for being late so it’s not like it would be a big deal.

I’m about to get back up when Sadie darts into my classroom, her eyes wide, her expression downright frantic.

“Oh my God, there you are! Are you okay?” she asks, her words so fast they practically trip over themselves.

I frown. “What are you talking

about?”

see your locker?” Her

my head, confused. “I went to it earlier, but I couldn’t open it. That’s why I’m carrying my books.” I wave a hand at the stack in

glances around the room before her gaze returns to mine. “Come with

books but taking my backpack with me. We head for my locker, which is surrounded by a small group of

laughter. Snippets of conversation.

wishes.” is what I hear

That someone is Aisha.

spray paint across my faded gray locker door. But the word penetrates my heart and

SLUT!

used an

can feel their eyes on me, waiting for my reaction. I

I suck them up. No way can I cry in front of

they live

curved as if they’re enjoying witnessing my humiliation. Sadie

rises above the crowd as

“They had to have done it in a

of other

is usually pretty quiet before the first bell rings. It’s a smaller cluster of lockers

Not today though

hell

both Sadie and I turn around to find Ryan pushing his way through the crowd until he’s standing right in front of me. His gaze goes to my locker door and his

He’s pissed

this?” he asks

just happened. I was at my locker a few minutes ago and I couldn’t

open for him, he curls his hand into a fist and starts banging on the door. Like magic, it pops open and he steps away just in time as