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 other

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

I turn to see Ryan approaching me. “Want to sit

with Blake though,” I add

Ryan frowns, glancing around as if he’s trying to find him, scowling when he does. “He keeps

know how to tell you this, but I just saw them kissing

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

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 into pure freak out mode. “I just thought you should know. Watch out

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

bleachers and find a spot to

Ryan. “Who are you talking about not being good

send her the same kind of look in return. “No. I just saw

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

from who?”

My voice has an edge to it. This girl needs

a hand, dismissing us, but I

the

asses-along with the beat while we all lose our minds in the stands. The football team comes out.

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

manwhore with the stupid

My friend.

How could he?

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

Aisha would too, since she’s still shaking her tits at me with that fuck me expression on

confusion in her eyes. What a load of shit. Who does this girl think she is? Playing the both

I’m over it.