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

had to do was give Julia a quick kiss for her to write his paper. I’m sure Aisha was ready to

“What?” I snap.

You hate Aisha. I mean, they’re

I’m fuming.

only did he have a booty call with Aisha, but he kissed Julia so she’d

so angry I could

on

does nothing but make

special to

I’m nothing.

I’m more than what those girls are, that he sees something in me when I’m so

heart tries to remind me of his face when he came to the house and tried to comfort me after the car incident, was that

he’s just a horny high school guy, or he knows

want to

the entire cheerleading

I clench my

and apparently Aisha thought we were all gonna hang out tonight, so

he’s back at his house and away from her

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

My body rebels against me, reminding me of Easton’s mouth, his hands, the way he aggressively tugs

too. Don’t worry, we’ll figure

to go do some

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 easy. Hot boy with his

myself justifying reasons and actions-even when he says to my face that it

I’m so screwed.

and sit at my desk. I don’t really have a

are you