You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 69

Harper

Sadie and I are still chatting in the living room when we hear car engines pulling into the driveway. Then the slamming of car doors.

Sadie’s eyes widen and she turns toward the window that faces the front of the house. “Oh shit. Your brother’s here.” She hesitates. “And he brought Easton with him.”

My heart skips a beat. I’m both excited and angry, which is not a normal combination for me to experience. I want to see Easton, but I’m also still really mad at him for ditching me

for Ryan. I know they’re best friends but…

I jump to my feet at the same time the front door bangs open and Ryan and Easton walk

They’re angry. I can feel it radiate from the both of them, see it written all over their faces. And it’s super intimidating. They’re both so big and broad, their expressions fierce, jaws clenched, mouths grim.

Sadie remains frozen on the loveseat, as if she’s afraid to move and I stand there in front of the both of them, ready to face them down.

They don’t scare me.

Well, not really

“Where the hell were you?” I ask with way more bravado than I’m feeling, my gaze on

Easton.

Ryan takes a step toward me. “Harp, you need to sit down. We have to tell you something.”

“Blake did it,” Easton says without hesitation.

Ryan sends Easton an irritated look. “Nice. Real smooth.”

frown, confused. “Did

It was Blake.” Easton reaches behind

one, like! need the distance. “No. No

as he thrusts the phone into

trying to make out what I’m seeing. “What

black. In the back of Blake’s car. He fucking

gaze goes to Sadie, who looks as horrified as I feel.

sure it was his before I went inside because I was going

why I went to him. He wanted me to

I’m sure he was disappointed about me and Easton getting together, but Blake is

did it all” Easton continues. “The locker. The cars. The garage door. He’s

class, and

“Cheerleader paint? What the hell

paint they use for windows and whatever

washable paint?”

Sadie snaps her fingers. “That. The locker and the cars were painted with removable, washable paint. Yet the garage door was

people

I don’t know. Whoever did the stuff at school wasn’t brave enough to

on hand at the time. We were at school, so that washable paint

Sadie’s on to something,” Ryan says carefully.

that many enemies? Bullshit,”

to anyone. I keep to myself. And now there are people at school who actually hate me? Enough to vandalize my

absolutely

only think of one person who hates me that

bitch hates my guts. She confronted me in the

share a meaningful

the hell was

noticed