You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 24

Easton

I heard the rumors about Harper‘s vandalized locker at the beginning of first period. How someone wrote slut on the front of it in black spray paint-like what the fuck?

By the end of class, I’m being called into the vice principal’s office. The serious expression on Mr. Rose’s face tells me he means business, and he doesn’t even hesitate with his accusation.

“Did you vandalize a locker this morning before school started?”

he asks.

I scoff, shocked he would think it’s me. “Absolutely not. Why the hell would I do that?”

The pointed look he sends me for cursing at him makes me want to say something else. Something ruder. “Watch your mouth. And where were you on campus before the first bell rang?”

“Out in front of the school, like always am. I have witnesses if you need them to vouch for me.” I lean back in my chair, completely at ease.

“Let me look in your backpack.” Mr. Rose points at where it sits on

the floor.

“No.”

“Thave every right to search your belongings when you’re on school property.” He flicks his fingers. “Give it to me. Now.”

Without a word I hand over my backpack and he settles it on top of his desk before he zips it open, rifling through my things. Irritation fills me but I’m confident he won’t find shit. I don’t even know what he’s looking for. A spray paint can? The person who actually did this would have to be a complete idiot to walk around with the evidence still on them.

“Looks like there’s nothing.” Mr. Rose says once he’s finished and gives it back over to me.

“Want to search my car? I can guarantee there’s nothing incriminating in there either,” I say.

“Not yet,” Mr. Rose says, which sets off a fresh wave of annoyance.

you think

was mentioned in the list of

! would do something so awful to her? What kind of

still think I did it?” I rise to my feet, slinging my backpack

sure, so be prepared to get called back in,” Mr. Rose says before

haze, too angry to speak, to pay attention, to do anything but walk through the halls like a damn robot, my gaze constantly scanning, looking for Harper. The little

baby, want to go

ch

find Aisha standing in front of me, tempting in a cropped black shirt and high waisted jeans. She looks

bite out as I push

her, moving through the crowds of people like a shark whose scented his prey. I find her in the cafeteria, sitting at a table with Sadie, the both of them hovered close and whispering. I stop

I demand, my voice

Harper contemplates me coolly, her expression completely unreadable. “What

you. I pause.

her head. “Not a good

I round the table and place my hand

So fucking annoying.

boss

about me and your fucking locker,” I throw

word she slips off the bench and we’re walking beside each other, exiting the cafeteria together. Ryan watches us with narrowed eyes but he doesn’t say a word or make a move toward

that I’m talking to his sister. Well

us too, his face unreadable, his gaze

guy can go suck a

toward the parking lot, which is mostly devoid of people. The moment we’re out of sight, she’s yanking her arm out of

your locker,” I tell her before

mouth falling open for a brief second before she snaps

continue. “I don’t know who did it, and after what’s happened between us,

I would

awful.”