Chapter 35

Easton

I don’t know who I want to hurt more. The person responsible for vandalizing Ryan and Sadie’s cars-assuming it’s also who graffitied Harper’s locker-or Blake for coming to Harper’s rescue the moment she stepped foot in the parking lot.

Or fucking Harper for getting into Blake’s car.

Doesn’t she know his intentions are bullshit? That all he wants is to get inside her pants, and then he’ll never talk to her again?

I know she enjoys the attention.

But Blake?

She deserves someone who’s going to worship her body and he’s not that guy.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Ryan growl, “Who the fuck did this?” He’s still scrubbing the paint off his windshield. “I let the first time slide, thinking maybe it was an accident and they pegged the wrong locker. But this is no accident.” He drops the rag on the ground and grabs a clean one. “And I’m ready to kill someone.”

I twirl my keys around my finger, watching Blake’s Mustang drive out of the parking lot. “I don’t know who it could be.” Knowing Harper’s perfect, tight ass is sitting on the seat next to Blake makes my fist clench around the keyring. “But I want to find

out.”

“Who the hell did she piss off so badly?”

Since seeing the damage, the same question has been haunting me. Faces of each girl in our class has been flipping through my brain, hoping to piece this together.

“Man -” I run my hand through my hair. “I don’t even have a guess.”

Something by the mouth of the parking lot catches my attention.

More like someone.

A smiling, bouncy Aisha. Her best friend is walking with her, Aisha’s eyes glued to me, her grin moving into a smirk.

One that I don’t trust.

It can’t be her · can it?

I know she has a crazy side. Weve gone to school together since we were young kids and she’s the type to go after what she wants.

At the moment, that’s me.

knows about Harper, so why would

turn to Ryan. “I need your notes from English class, so

finishes washing off the last of the paint. “If you wanted them that bad, you should have grabbed

him.

as I head to my car, the same row in which Aisha

parked.

stall, waiting for her and her friend to catch up to me, her pace increasing as she sees

doesn’t see is my

you headed?” she asks when she’s a few steps away. She nods at her friend. “Julie’s sister scored us a bottle

“Now?”

Aisha saying, “What, suddenly you don’t drink

just slammed with homework since I drank

I talked to you last night you didn’t mention you were

her eyes, assessing every change, every reaction. “Ryan

“That’s it?”

to work. “Who else do you think would

shrugs. “Can’t a

she’s doing, then yes. But Aisha is the possessive type and she’s doing far

have fun,” I tell them, and I turn

 

you sure I can’t convince you to join

have a

Julie writes papers for our entire senior class.

the driver’s side door, thinking about Aisha’s suggestion. I’ve heard Julie offers

It’s tempting.

homework is the furthest thing from my mind right now.

do that for

done before dinner time.” She

doesn’t surprise

“Deal,” I tell them

want to follow me home?”

I need to do first.

winks at me. “Oh, I’m

the driver’s seat and pull up to Ryan, who’s inspecting the rest of his car. “Going

the anger still in his voice. “I’ve got this after school thing I have to do and that’s

see if you want to go to

be my excuse to leave her place early. But that’s only half the reason I’m asking. The other half is that I want to

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