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.

need proof, head on over to my Snapchat, there's a nice little photo of his Jeep parked outside

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

prove | did

show me fucking

it reveals enough, and my phone won't stop

to fuck this isn‘t true

Julia: Damn, boy.

DAMN.

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

Scott—now that's a surprise.

bad it wasn't

know that!

for

Scott, you sick motherfucker.

Nice, man! So are her tits real? Parker: Hunter and | have

spill

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

at any more messages, this shit is completely

on the bed, getting it out

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

but | get the feeling she'll keep calling

it'll be the second |

"Hello—"

“Easton ..."

it can cut through my

did you tell that you came to my house last night? Because photos of your Jeep are all over the fucking

"No one."

| take a breath.

that photo to WHGOSSIP, then? You're the one who did this to

before she can continue and say,

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

fucks both of us,

the look on Harper's

streaming from

her

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

isn't going to

board has already reached out, they want to meet

could be

to want to talk to me and hear my side