You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 39

Easton

I’m irritated at school again.

Big surprise.

Everyone is annoying me, from Aisha attempting to grab my ass twice to Julia tossing my paper in my face and saying asshole under her breath as if she’s this perfect princess who didn’t literally ask for sex in exchange for what? Two pages?

Isn’t that prostitution? Damn close if you ask me.

Plus, Blake said Julia’s a stage five clinger. He took her to prom last year, and it was like he proposed–she told her mom he was the one.

I’ve never seen Blake so terrified in my entire life.

That actually boosts my mood a bit.

I smile and grab my History book from my locker, slamming it shut to see Aisha standing there like a stalker, leaning with her arms crossed and her black and white cheer uniform standing out against the gold lettering stretched across her tits.

“You going to the pep rally?” She reaches for me, her red fingernails pick at something on the front of my shirt, and then she runs her hand down my shoulder.

Her excuse of innocently touching me falls flat, but just as she’s ready to move her hand, Harper turns the corner and stares at us.

I know it’s a dick move, that I should push Aisha away to prove that there’s literally nothing going on, or even use it as a way to make Harper feel like shit for assuming the worst of me.

But I can’t do it, my pride won’t let me, and I’m still pissed that she told me to delete her number. Who the hell does she think she is?

I grab Aisha’s hand before she can pull away. It’s clammy, cold, the exact opposite of Harper, and the way her skin seems to burn beneath my fingertips.

I’m thinking of Harper but staring at Aisha, holding Aisha’s hand as my cock presses against my fly.

I imagine shoving Harper against the locker and lifting her ass with my hands, tearing at her clothes and doing it in front of everyone, staking my claim like a wild animal.

Aisha grips my hand and then leans into me. “You okay, baby? You seem distracted.”

“I’m good.” I rub my thumb across her hand. “And I wouldn’t miss it. The pep rally.” Harper walks by us as I lean in and whisper. “Remember the time I rubbed one out when you were doing that hip thrust thing to Drake last year.”

Aisha swats my chest playfully. “You’re so evil! I can’t believe you did that in the school restroom.”

“I couldn’t wait.” I lie, really I’d been semi-drunk, horny, and didn’t want to touch her, but as the drinks got heavier at the party that night, somehow Ryan had made my story into this epic event like I saw Aisha dancing and just couldn’t control myself.

Harper storms past us like her ass is on fire.

see Blake out of the corner

Suddenly she’s smiling.

Then laughing.

me. Blake is completely oblivious. Harper slides down his body too slow… so slow there’s no way she

What the hell?

flirting so

whispers something in her ear. She smiles

going to kill

God the bell

classes that I sit next to Blake in, meaning we can fuck around

just set his desk on

goes in the opposite

Blake and stomp into the

the desk in front of him and leaning back like he doesn’t

“You and Harper seem to be getting close

between that, the pierced ears, sharp cheekbones and “eyes” girl always drool over, I’m suddenly seeing him in a different light and feeling sick as fuck to

He turns. “Feeling

| scowl. Yes. “I’ll enjoy watching Ryan bury you

only way he’d know I was even going for her would be

You’re actually pursuing

He shrugs. “She’s hot.”

my mouth, and my fingers… and damn

and notice he’s going through all her pictures on Instagram and liking them, then he switches over

starts typing a

first, I think it’s because I’m

Jealousy.

I feel threatened.

really felt

phone and look at her profile

shit ton of emojis I’m pretty sure Ryan would kill him for

for lunch, I’m not even sure we are

in the cafeteria, eyes scanning the room and landing on Harper, who’s sitting with Sadie, their

Blake approaches.

lose

and reaching

don’t hear Blake or

on second thought into the janitor

Again.