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.

to my Snapchat, there's a

did you know he was sleeping with the school administrator or are you as surprised as us? Smooches, WHGOSSIP With hands that won't stop shaking, I click on WHGOSSIP’s Snapchat account and

doesn't prove | did

doesn't show me fucking

and my phone

| hope to fuck this isn‘t

Julia: Damn, boy.

DAMN.

on her, Harper

Scott—now that's a surprise.

bad it

you know that! Blake: | told Harper not to

for seconds

Scott, you sick motherfucker.

her tits real? Parker: Hunter and | have

on, spill the

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

more messages, this

on the bed, getting it out of

grab it again and Leigh's name is on the

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

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

"Hello—"

“Easton ..."

it can cut through

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

"No one."

| take a breath.

told no one.” “Was it you who submitted that photo to WHGOSSIP, then? You're the one

off before she can continue and say,

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

fucks both of us,

the look on

streaming

her

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

going to

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

investigation, | could be terminated, do you know what

to want to talk to me and hear my