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

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

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

him. “And definitely

as I head to my car,

parked.

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

she doesn’t see is

nods at her friend.

“Now?”

suddenly you

slammed with homework since I drank

to you last night you didn’t mention

eyes, assessing every change, every

“That’s it?”

to work. “Who

shrugs. “Can’t a

Aisha is the possessive type and she’s doing far more

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

sure I can’t convince

head. “I have a paper to

to me. “You know Julie writes papers for our entire senior class.

suggestion. I’ve heard Julie offers

It’s tempting.

homework is the furthest thing from my mind right

do that for

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

surprise

“Deal,” I tell them

me home?” Aisha

need to do first. But I’ll be

me. “Oh, I’m

get into the driver’s seat and pull up to Ryan, who’s inspecting the rest of his

voice. “I’ve got this after school thing I have to

to go to Aisha’s with me and

her place early. But that’s only half the reason I’m asking. The other