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

them, 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 supposed to like this girl. Or

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

I add as we

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

completely. “Uh, don’t know how to tell you this, but I just saw them kissing

he can kick Blake’s

it was nothing. Seriously.” I’m downplaying it so my own mind won’t go into pure

e

And no good

and find

next to Ryan. “Who are you

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

her knee like I told her a hilarious joke.

from who?” Ryan asks

an edge to it. This girl needs to

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

the rally

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 floor

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

the

My friend.

How could he?

I’m dying to tap that juicy ass. Just once, to get

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

pain and confusion in her eyes. What a load of shit. Who does this girl think she is? Playing the both of us for fools is what

I’m over it.