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.

It wasn’t the

about ready to ask her what the fuck she’s doing when I realize there are hundreds of us in the gym. Hundreds of witnesses. I’m not

are.” I turn to see Ryan approaching me. “Want

Blake though,” I add as we

if he’s trying to find him, scowling when he does. “He keeps

know how to tell you this, but I just saw

enraged. Good. Maybe he can kick

arm when he acts like he’s going to do just that. “Bro, it was nothing. Seriously.” I’m downplaying it so my own mind won’t go

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complete player. And no good for my

bleachers and

“Who are you talking about not being good enough for

of how she caught me with Harper and I send her the same kind of look

to laugh. Slaps her knee like I told her a hilarious joke. “No kidding? God,

who?”

to it. This girl needs to keep

waves a hand, dismissing us, but

God the rally finally

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

finds me in the crowd and never looks away once while she performs. It’s unnerving. I stare back, dead inside as I think of the

with the stupid man

My friend.

How could he?

tap that juicy ass. Just once, to get her out of my system. Then I can move on. Obsess

thoughts right now. Hell, Aisha would too, since she’s

longer. My gaze scans the crowd, snagging on Harper, who’s watching me with pain and confusion in her eyes. What a load of shit. Who does

I’m over it.