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.

kissed Blake? It wasn’t the other

about ready to ask her what the fuck she’s doing when I realize there are hundreds of us

you are.” I turn to see Ryan approaching

Blake though,” I add as we start toward the

he’s trying to find him, scowling

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

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

he’s going to do just that. “Bro, it was nothing. Seriously.” I’m downplaying it so my own mind won’t go into pure freak out mode. “I just thought you should know. Watch out for that

e

a complete player. And no good for my sister,”

up the bleachers and find

to plop her butt next to Ryan. “Who are you talking about not being

send her the same kind of look in return. “No. I just saw your bestie making out with

her knee like I told her a hilarious joke. “No kidding? God, I’m almost jealous. She’s

who?” Ryan asks

an edge to it. This

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

the

team shaking their poms-and their asses-along with the beat while we all lose

unnerving. I stare back, dead inside as I

with the stupid man

My friend.

How could he?

dying to tap that juicy ass. Just once, to get her out of my system. Then I

Hell, Aisha would too, since she’s still

who’s watching me with pain and confusion in her eyes. What a

I’m over it.