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

Ryan. “I need your notes from English class, so I can write that

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

remind him. “And definitely not my

I head to my car, the same row

parked.

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

doesn’t see

nods at her friend. “Julie’s sister scored

“Now?”

both laugh, Aisha saying, “What, suddenly

just slammed with homework since I drank last

eyes narrow. “With who? I talked to you last night you didn’t

focus on her eyes, assessing every change,

“That’s it?”

going to work. “Who else do you think would come

“Can’t

the possessive type and she’s doing far more than just

fun,” I tell them, and I turn

you sure I can’t convince

head. “I have a paper to

for our entire senior class. Three

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

It’s tempting.

is the furthest thing from my

do that for me?”

before dinner time.” She

surprise me

“Deal,” I tell them

to follow me

I need to do first. But I’ll

at me.

and pull up to Ryan, who’s inspecting

after school thing

to go

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