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.

my Snapchat, there's a nice

you as surprised as us? Smooches, WHGOSSIP With hands that won't stop shaking, I click on WHGOSSIP’s Snapchat account and see the

doesn't prove |

certainly doesn't show

reveals enough, and my phone won't stop

fuck this isn‘t

Julia: Damn, boy.

DAMN.

you were fucking around on her, Harper has to be a dead fish in bed,

Scott—now that's a surprise.

it

balls, you know that! Blake: | told Harper

back for seconds with

Scott, you sick motherfucker.

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

spill the

fucked 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!

at any more messages, this shit is completely

bed, getting it out of my sight, it starts

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

| get the feeling she'll keep calling until she reaches

not now, it'll be the second

"Hello—"

“Easton ..."

it

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

"No one."

| take a breath.

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

cut her off before she can continue

and | don't know who WHGOSSIP is.” | rake my

both of us,

only imagine the look on Harper's

streaming from

way her heart is

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

isn't going to

The school board has already reached out, they want to meet

going to conduct an investigation, | could

they're going to want to talk to me and hear my side of the