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.”

confused.

whore on the garage door. It was Blake.” Easton reaches behind him, pulling

step backward. Then another one, like! need the distance. “No. No way. I don’t believe it. He’s my friend, Easton.

into my face, a shadowy photo on the screen. “We

to make out what I’m seeing.

back of

who looks as

his car. I spotted his SUV in a restaurant parking lot and I walked up to the car to make sure it was his before I went inside because I was going

why I went to him. He wanted me to

Blake’s my friend. He’s been nothing but nice to me. Sweet. I’m sure he was disappointed about me

door. He’s responsible for all of it and

if she’s in class, and Easton goes silent. “The

paint? What the

know what you call it. It’s the paint they use for windows and whatever on game days,” Sadie

mean washable paint?”

the cars were painted with removable, washable

saying? That two people are responsible for this shit?”

Whoever did the stuff at school

to do with whatever’s on hand at the time. We were at school, so that washable paint shit was readily available,” Easton says. “Aisha

Ryan says carefully.

has that many enemies? Bullshit,”

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

absolutely

think of one person who hates me that

my guts. She confronted me in the hallway today and said all kinds of shitty

share a meaningful look but

hell

noticed it