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.

wasn’t the

she’s doing when I realize there are hundreds of

turn to see Ryan approaching me. “Want to sit

with Blake though,” I add as we start

to find

him from me completely. “Uh, don’t know how

Maybe he can kick Blake’s ass for me.

Seriously.” I’m downplaying it so

e

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

and

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

Harper and I send her the same kind of

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

who?” Ryan asks

to it. This girl needs to

I’d tell you two.” She waves a hand, dismissing us, but I can tell

God the

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. Teachers make announcements. The cheer team comes back out onto the

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

manwhore with the stupid man

My friend.

How could he?

not? Harper is a delectable little piece with a juicy ass and juicier lips. I’m dying to tap that juicy ass. Just once, to get her out of my system. Then I can move on.

could read my thoughts right now. Hell, Aisha would too, since she’s still shaking her tits at me

crowd, snagging on Harper, who’s watching me with pain and confusion in her eyes. What a load of shit. Who does this girl think she is? Playing the both

I’m over it.