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.

shit and start to push Aisha away again when I see Blake out of the corner of my eye. He sweeps in literally

Suddenly she’s smiling.

Then laughing.

eye contact with me. Blake is completely oblivious. Harper slides

What the hell?

flirting so

whispers something in her ear. She

to kill

God the

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

I may just set his

she goes in

stomp

the desk in front of

Harper seem to be getting close

styled today for the Grammys, hell 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

turns. “Feeling

“I’ll enjoy

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

the hell? You’re actually pursuing

He shrugs. “She’s hot.”

know, so does my dick, and my mouth, and my fingers… and damn it!

phone. I steal a glance at his screen and notice he’s going through

typing a

through me. At first, I think it’s because I’m about to kill my friend,

Jealousy.

I feel threatened.

really felt in

immediately grab my own phone and look at her profile

lol, and a shit ton of emojis I’m pretty

time the bell rings for lunch, I’m not even sure we are on speaking terms

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

Blake approaches.

lose my

table in seconds, slamming my tray down and reaching for Harper before she can

don’t hear Blake

on second thought into the janitor

Again.