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

into the gym after 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 even talk

to see Ryan approaching

Blake though,” I add as we start

around as if he’s trying to find him, scowling when he does.

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

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

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

e

know. He’s a complete player. And no

bleachers and find a spot to

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

with Harper and I send her the same kind of look in return. “No. I

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

who?”

an edge to it. This

dismissing us, but I can

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 floor

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

with the stupid

My friend.

How could he?

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

too, since she’s still shaking her tits at me with

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

I’m over it.