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

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

doesn't prove |

doesn't show me fucking

it reveals enough, and my phone won't stop

fuck this isn‘t true

Julia: Damn, boy.

DAMN.

you were fucking around on her,

Scott—now that's a surprise.

it

some fucking balls, you know that! Blake: | told Harper not to date

back for seconds with

Scott, you sick motherfucker.

So are her tits real? Parker: Hunter and | have a hundred bucks on whether you

spill

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! Whoever did this, whoever sent that photo, whoever

messages, this shit is completely out

on the bed, getting it

again and Leigh's name is on the

get the feeling she'll keep calling until she reaches

the second | step onto

"Hello—"

“Easton ..."

is so sharp, it

you came to my house last night? Because photos of your Jeep are all over

"No one."

| take a breath.

one.” “Was it you who submitted that photo

cut her off before she can

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

both

the look on Harper's face

tears streaming from her

way her

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

going

in? The school board has already

to conduct an investigation, | could be terminated, do

to want to talk to me and hear my side