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

fuck she’s doing when I realize there are hundreds of

you are.” I turn to see Ryan approaching me.

Not with Blake though,” I add as we start

trying to find him,

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

positively enraged. Good. Maybe he can kick

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

e

And no good for my sister,” Ryan mutters

and find

her butt next to Ryan. “Who are you talking about not being good enough for

sends me reminds me of how she caught me with Harper and I send her the same kind of look in return. “No. I just saw your bestie making out with

I told her a hilarious joke. “No kidding? God, I’m almost jealous. She’s getting so much

from who?” Ryan

My voice has an edge to it. This girl needs to keep my name off her

us, but I can tell Ryan wants

God the

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

looks away once while she performs. It’s unnerving. I stare back, dead inside as I think of the way

with the stupid

My friend.

How could he?

piece with a juicy ass and juicier lips. I’m dying to tap

he could read my thoughts right now. Hell, Aisha would too,

My gaze scans the crowd, snagging on Harper, who’s watching me with pain and confusion in her eyes. What

I’m over it.