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 his Jeep parked

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

doesn't prove

doesn't show me fucking

it reveals enough, and my phone won't stop exploding with

fuck

Julia: Damn, boy.

DAMN.

you were fucking around on her, Harper has to be a

Scott—now that's a surprise.

bad it

that! Blake: | told

back for seconds with

Scott, you sick motherfucker.

Hunter and | have a hundred bucks on whether you fucked

on, spill the

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

messages, this shit

toss my phone on the bed, getting

Harper, | grab it again and Leigh's

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

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

"Hello—"

“Easton ..."

is so sharp, it can cut through

of your Jeep are all over the fucking Internet.” | bend my knees, pressing my forehead

"No one."

| take a breath.

one.” “Was it you who submitted that photo to WHGOSSIP, then? You're the one who did this to

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

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

fucks both

look on Harper's face

streaming

way her heart

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

isn't going

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

investigation, | could be terminated, do you know what that

to want to talk to me and hear my side