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.

so why would Aisha-or anyone-be so

“I need your notes from English class,

wanted them that

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

“Thanks, asshole,” he replies as I head to my car, the same row in

parked.

to catch up to me, her

she doesn’t see

few steps away. She nods at her

“Now?”

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

I’m just slammed with homework since I

who? I talked to you last night you

focus on her eyes, assessing every

“That’s it?”

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

shrugs. “Can’t a

then yes. But Aisha is the possessive type

have fun,” I tell them, and I turn

sure I can’t convince you to join

shake my head. “I have a paper to

our entire senior class. Three hundred cash and she’ll have it done in an

about Aisha’s suggestion. I’ve heard Julie

It’s tempting.

furthest thing from my mind right now.

that for me?”

course. Just show me the assignment and give me the cash and it’ll be done before dinner time.” She looks

doesn’t surprise me one

“Deal,” I tell them

me home?” Aisha

to do first. But I’ll be

me. “Oh,

to Ryan, who’s inspecting the rest

he says, the anger still in his voice. “I’ve got this after school thing I have to do and that’s going to take

want to go

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