You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

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. We‘ve 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.

no one knows about Harper, so why would Aisha-or anyone-be

to Ryan. “I need your notes from English

washing off the last of the paint. “If you wanted them that bad, you

car,” I remind him. “And definitely not my

I head to my car, the same row

parked.

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

see

She nods

“Now?”

both laugh, Aisha saying, “What, suddenly you don’t drink on

homework since I drank last

who? I talked to you last night you

every change, every reaction. “Ryan stopped

“That’s it?”

me and it’s not going to work.

shrugs. “Can’t a

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

have fun,” I tell them, and I turn toward my

I can’t convince you to join

head. “I have a paper to write

our entire senior class. Three hundred cash and she’ll have

I reach the driver’s side door, thinking about Aisha’s suggestion. I’ve heard Julie offers that service and earns everyone A’s, but I’ve

It’s tempting.

the furthest thing from my mind

that for me?” I

me the assignment and give me the cash and it’ll be done before dinner time.” She looks at Aisha, words silently passing between them. “But only under one

doesn’t surprise me one

“Deal,” I tell them

follow me home?” Aisha

I need to do first. But I’ll be

winks at me.

and pull up to

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

to see if you want to go to Aisha’s

reason I’m asking. The other half is that