You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 82 Easton The sound of my phone wakes me up.

Not the alarm that is set, giving me just enough time to shower and drive to school.

This is non—stop notifications— Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, texts—all going off at the same time.

There's so much buzzing, the vibration almost knocks the phone off my nightstand.

Still half asleep, | grab the phone and quickly scroll through the messages, trying to figure out what's going on.

It's too fucking early for something dramatic to have happened, I'm sure of that.

Except I'm wrong.

The second | see the Instagram post I'm tagged in, my back shoots up straight from bed, the blanket falls from my chest, my lips part as anger bolts through my body.

It's from WHGOSSIP, the account that was opened my freshman year, ran by someone at our school who loves to spread malicious rumors.

They've been quiet since the school year started, but now they have a tip to share, which has been posted to their main feed.

Atip that's all about me.

WHGOSSIP: Good morning, Washington High.

My gossip spies have been hard at work and have come across something deliciously scandalous.

You all know the perfect couple we've been seeing walk the halls.

Yes, I'm talking about the big man on campus and his favorite WHORE.

Well, it looks like things between them aren't as perfect as they seem.

We all know animals can't be tamed ...

Who's the mistress? None other than Mrs.

Scott.

Yes, friends, our school administrator is sleeping with the most popular guy at school, and he paid a visit to her house last night.

| wonder if she's teaching him about anatomy ...

even though he had plenty of experience on the subject long before the WHORE and Mrs.

Scott came into his life.

you need proof, head on over to my Snapchat, there's a nice

With hands that won't stop shaking, I click on WHGOSSIP’s Snapchat account and see the photo of my Jeep parked outside

prove | did

show me fucking

enough, and my

| hope to fuck

Julia: Damn, boy.

DAMN.

right now! Aisha: | knew you were fucking around on her, Harper has to be a dead fish in bed,

Scott—now that's a surprise.

it

You've got some fucking balls, you know that! Blake: | told Harper not

for seconds with

Scott, you sick motherfucker.

and |

spill

her in the ass, didn't you? Rachel: You really have slept with the whole school, haven't you lol Ryan: You're not going to write me

look at any more messages, this

the bed, getting it out of my sight, it

grab it again and

want to answer, but | get the feeling she'll keep calling until she

it's not now, it'll be the second | step onto

"Hello—"

“Easton ..."

it

that you came to my house last night? Because photos of your Jeep are all over the fucking Internet.” | bend my knees, pressing my forehead

"No one."

| take a breath.

who submitted that photo to

her off before she can continue and

and | don't know who WHGOSSIP is.” | rake my hand through my hair, pulling the strands

fucks both of us,

look on Harper's face

streaming from

way her heart

to chew my ass out if they find out, everyone at school are going

going to

board has already reached out, they

investigation, | could be terminated, do you know

they're going to want to talk to me and hear my side of