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

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

the paint. “If you wanted them that bad,

my car,” I remind him. “And

he replies as I head to my

parked.

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

she doesn’t see

nods at her friend. “Julie’s sister scored us a bottle of vodka,

“Now?”

both laugh, Aisha saying, “What, suddenly

just slammed with homework since I

talked to you last night you didn’t mention

my focus on her eyes, assessing every change, every reaction. “Ryan stopped by,

“That’s it?”

goading me and it’s not going to work.

“Can’t

yes. But Aisha is the possessive type and she’s

tell them, and I

you sure I can’t convince you to join us?”

head. “I have a paper to

for our entire senior

heard Julie offers that service and earns everyone A’s, but I’ve never hired her

It’s tempting.

the furthest thing from my mind right

do that for me?”

course. Just show 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 condition, you have a

surprise me

“Deal,” I tell them

me

things I need to do first. But I’ll be over

me.

driver’s seat and pull up to Ryan,

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

you want to go to Aisha’s with me and grab

half the reason I’m asking. The other half is that I