You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 42

Easton

What the actual fuck did I just witness?

After fighting off Aisha’s dirty claws as she tried her damnedest to pull me in for a kiss-not happening, not ever again-1 head for the gym to go to the pep rally and see Harper’s lips smashed against…

Blake’s.

Yeah.

No.

I storm toward them, ready to rip Blake off of her when Harper breaks away from him first, her eyes wide as she stares up at him. The look on her face clearly says, what did I do?

While the look on Blake’s face says, hell yeah.

Fucker.

My hands curl into fists as I wait for her to see me. Will her to see me with my mind.

Come on, Harp. Give me a look. Just one. You can do it.

But she doesn’t. She just laughs off whatever urge might’ve taken over the both of them, her gaze briefly cutting to mine only when she hooks her arm around Blake’s to let him lead her into the gym.

I glare, frozen, my fingers clenching and unclenching as I contemplate all the many ways I can rearrange Blake’s stupid face.

“…don’t know what came over you just now, but keep doing it,” Blake says with a

chuckle as they walk into the gym together.

Wait a minute.

Blake? It wasn’t the other

realize there are hundreds of us in the gym. Hundreds of witnesses. I’m not supposed to

turn to see Ryan approaching me. “Want to

I add as we start toward

find him, scowling

my chance to distract him from me completely. “Uh, don’t know how to tell you this, but I just

the hell?” Ryan sounds positively enraged. Good. Maybe he can kick

it so my own mind won’t go into pure freak out mode. “I just thought you should know.

e

no good for my sister,”

the bleachers and find a spot to

next to Ryan. “Who are you talking about not being good enough for Harper? You,

Harper and I send her the same kind of

I told her a hilarious joke. “No kidding? God, I’m

from who?”

to it. This

dismissing us, but I can tell Ryan wants to ask her

the rally

the usual kind of thing you can expect from a high school rally. A rousing performance by the band of the ‘Star Spangled Banner’ and our fight song, the cheer team shaking their poms-and their asses-along with the beat while we all lose our minds in the stands. The football team comes out. The coaches talk them up.

crowd and never looks away once while she performs. It’s unnerving. I stare back, dead inside as I

with the

My friend.

How could he?

juicy ass and juicier lips. I’m dying to tap that juicy ass.

right now. Hell, Aisha would too, since she’s still shaking her tits at me with that fuck me expression on her

on Harper, who’s watching me with pain and confusion in her eyes. What a load of shit. Who does this

I’m over it.