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 nice little photo of

you as surprised as us? Smooches, WHGOSSIP With hands that won't stop shaking, I

doesn't prove | did

certainly doesn't show me fucking

reveals enough, and my phone won't stop exploding

to fuck this isn‘t true

Julia: Damn, boy.

DAMN.

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

Scott—now that's a surprise.

it wasn't

know that! Blake: | told Harper not to

back for seconds with

Scott, you sick motherfucker.

and

spill

lol Ryan: You're not going to write me back,

look at any more messages, this shit is completely out

on the bed, getting

grab it again

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

the second

"Hello—"

“Easton ..."

voice is so sharp, it can

my house last night? Because photos of your Jeep are all over the

"No one."

| take a breath.

“Was it you who submitted that photo

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

know who took the photo and | don't know who WHGOSSIP is.” | rake my hand through

both of us,

only imagine the look on

tears streaming from

her

going to chew my ass out if they find out,

isn't going to

any idea how much trouble {'m in? The school board has already

conduct an investigation, | could be terminated, do you

to want to talk to me