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.

do you think I

was mentioned in the list of suspects,”

do something so awful to her? What kind of asshole does she think

did it?” I rise to

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

attention, to do anything but walk through the halls like a damn robot, my gaze

to go off

ch

me, tempting in a cropped black shirt and high

I bite out as

the crowds of people like a shark whose scented his prey. I find her in the cafeteria, sitting at

my voice so

watches me, her eyes wide. Harper contemplates me coolly, her expression completely unreadable. “What do you

talk to you. I

her head.

don’t give a shit what you think.” I round the table and place my hand on

So fucking annoying.

can’t just boss me around”

can when you’re spreading false rumors about me

together. Ryan watches us with narrowed eyes but he doesn’t say a word

he doesn’t like that I’m talking to

his

go

outside, I grab hold of Harper’s arm and lead her toward the parking lot, which is mostly devoid of people. The moment we’re

tell her before

for a brief second before she snaps

that far,” I continue. “I don’t know who did it, and after

think I

awful.”