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.

one knows about Harper, so why would

Ryan. “I need your notes from

paint. “If you wanted them that bad, you should have grabbed a

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

I head to my car,

parked.

waiting for her and her friend to catch up to me, her pace

doesn’t see is

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

“Now?”

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

homework since

I talked to you last night

keep my focus on her eyes, assessing every

“That’s it?”

going to work. “Who else

shrugs. “Can’t

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

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

sure I can’t convince you to

“I have

our entire senior

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

It’s tempting.

homework is the furthest thing from

do that for me?” I ask

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

doesn’t surprise

“Deal,” I tell them

me home?”

need to do first. But I’ll be over later,

winks at me.

up to Ryan, who’s

his voice. “I’ve got this after school thing

to go to Aisha’s

excuse to leave her place early. But that’s only half the reason I’m asking. The other half is that I want to know his whereabouts for the