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

turn to Ryan. “I need

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

my car,” I remind him.

to my car, the

parked.

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

doesn’t see is

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

“Now?”

saying, “What, suddenly you don’t drink

slammed with homework since I

“With who? I talked to you last night

assessing every

“That’s it?”

and it’s not going to work. “Who else do you think would come

shrugs. “Can’t a girl

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

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

convince you to join us?”

have a

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

heard Julie offers that service and earns

It’s tempting.

thing from my mind right

that for me?” I ask

done before dinner time.” She looks at Aisha, words silently passing

surprise

“Deal,” I tell them

follow me

a few things I need to do first.

me. “Oh, I’m

to Ryan, who’s inspecting the rest of his car.

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 with

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