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.

Snapchat, there's a nice little photo of his Jeep parked outside her

you know he was sleeping with the school administrator or are you as surprised as us? Smooches, WHGOSSIP With hands

prove |

doesn't show me

enough, and my phone won't

| hope to fuck

Julia: Damn, boy.

DAMN.

her, Harper has to be a

Scott—now that's a surprise.

it wasn't

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

for seconds with

Scott, you sick motherfucker.

So are her tits real? Parker: Hunter and | have

spill

school, haven't you lol Ryan: You're not going to write me back, asshole? Goddamn it! Whoever

at any more messages, this shit is

phone on the bed, getting it out

it's Harper, | grab it again and Leigh's name is

the feeling

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

"Hello—"

“Easton ..."

so sharp, it can

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

"No one."

| take a breath.

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

can

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

both of us,

look

streaming

way her heart is

ass out if they find out, everyone at school are going to be fucking brutal with their

going to

trouble {'m in? The school board has already reached out, they want to meet with

to conduct an investigation, | could

to talk to me