You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 38

Harper

“You’ve been warned. I’m killing your brother. Prepare yourself!” Sadie screams into the phone. I have to hold it away, so my head doesn’t explode. “I’m serious this time, Harper. Julia’s? Why the hell was he at Julia’s? She’s such a whore!”

“True.” I agree. “But…” | almost spill that Easton is using her to write his paper because that would also mean I have insider information, and as of right now, Sadie just thinks we had a few makeout moments and aren’t serious when in reality, my heart doesn’t understand the concept of beating for anyone else but him.

I deflate a bit and listen as she goes through another tirade about how all boys are the devil and should burn in hell. “…seriously though, Harper, look at both their snaps!”

I pull the phone away and tap my Snapchat putting Sadie on speaker.

Sure enough, there are pictures of Aisha and Julia with both guys, drinks in hand, winking at the camera like, hey there’s more where that came from, and it’s gonna be a long night

Jealousy burns through my body.

Was Easton still there?

Even now?

I get my answer when Ryan shows up minutes later stomping all over the house like he has a personal vendetta against the hardwood floors.

Did that mean Easton was still there or did he go home, and how do I ask without my brother being suspicious. It’s not like I can text Easton after what went down, it might look desperate, or like I was jealous when I’m still pissed he’s hooking up with random girls and me.

“Let me call you back,” I whisper into the phone, hanging up on Sadie and walking into the living room.

Ryan throws himself against the couch. “I hate girls.”

I laugh. “Could have fooled me.”

He groans. “Fucking Easton.”

I freeze, unable to breathe or move. “What did he do now?” I sit down and wait for

thinks with his dick more than his brain.” He shakes his head. “He’s lucky all he had to do was

“What?” I snap.

“You should be happy. You hate Aisha. I mean, they’re both Satan,

I’m fuming.

not only did he have a booty call with Aisha, but he kissed Julia so she’d write his stupid

so angry I could

concentrate on

nothing but make me

not special to

I’m nothing.

stupid for even thinking that I’m more than what those girls are, that he sees something in me when I’m so off-limits

remind me of his face when he came to the house and

know if he’s randomly showing up because he’s just a horny high school guy,

want to

wants to dip his dick into the entire cheerleading squad, go for it.

clench my

and then laughs. “Dipshit’s home, and apparently Aisha thought we were all gonna hang out tonight, so she’s

I agree, breathing again because he’s back at his house

up from his phone. “You keep repeating everything I say…” His brows knit together

Easton’s mouth, his hands, the way he aggressively tugs down my leggings, his full lips glistening

we’ll figure out who has a personal

“I’m going to

reminds me of the cars, the more I think about Easton, and I want to strangle the guy. Why is it so hard? It should be

I find myself justifying reasons and actions-even when he

I’m so screwed.

go to my room and sit at my desk. I don’t really have a ton of

What are