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.

on over to my Snapchat, there's a nice little photo

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

prove

doesn't show me fucking

reveals enough, and my phone

to fuck this

Julia: Damn, boy.

DAMN.

Aisha: | knew you were fucking around on her, Harper

Scott—now that's a surprise.

it

got some fucking balls, you know that! Blake: | told Harper not to date

for seconds

Scott, you sick motherfucker.

her tits real? Parker: Hunter and | have a hundred

on, spill the

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 back, asshole? Goddamn it! Whoever did this, whoever sent that photo, whoever shared it,

more messages, this shit is

bed, getting it out of

Harper, | grab it again

get the feeling she'll keep calling until she

it'll be the second |

"Hello—"

“Easton ..."

sharp, it can cut through my

my house last night? Because photos of your Jeep are all over the fucking Internet.” | bend

"No one."

| take a breath.

it you who submitted that photo to WHGOSSIP, then? You're the one

off before she can continue and say, "It wasn't

WHGOSSIP is.” | rake my hand through my hair, pulling

both

the look on Harper's face right

streaming from her

her heart is

doesn't stop with Harper, my parents are going to chew my ass out if they find

going

do you have any idea how much trouble {'m in? The school board has already reached out,

investigation, | could

to me