You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Easton

The dinner with my parents started out like a total shit show, but at least ended on a positive note.

Once we moved past the local news reporting on me and Leigh—like what the actual fuck—-Mom called us into the dining room where she had a huge spread of food laid out in dishes like she made it.

I know for a fact she’s too damn busy to cook and ordered everything from her favorite Italian restaurant, but I never said a word.

Neither did Mom.

In fact, she basked in Harper's lavish praise about the delicious meal and pretended to be modest.

Like her "making"

dinner was no big deal.

Whatever.

If Mom wants Harper to think she’s an expert on Italian cuisine, I don't care.

We hung out for a while after dinner at the table, making small talk, my parents asking Harper an endless string of questions.

She answered every one of them like a champ, never letting her poise slip in front of them.

Damn, she made me proud.

I walked her out to Ryan's car and I climb inside with her, kissing her for a solid thirty minutes before she finally, reluctantly left.

I went to bed with a smile on my face.

Still was wearing that smile when I walked into school this morning.

And then during first period, I got called into the principal's office.

The moment I walked inside, the serious expressions on everyone's face—and there are at least five people crammed into the office, two of them I don't recognize—sends a spiral of dread through me.

"Easton.

Sit down."

Principal Jenkins indicates the empty chair in front of his desk.

I settle in, glancing around.

"What's this about?"

"These detectives here would like to speak to you."

Jenkins waves his hand toward the man and woman I don't recognize.

"About the—incident between you and Mrs.

Scott."

I keep my face completely neutral.

"What incident?"

that have been made in regards to

involved with Mrs.

Scott."

Jenkins actually squirms in

of course we'll leave you alone with the detectives so you can speak freely

my heartbeat thundering in

the detectives' direction and I can tell they're not liking what I'm

Well tough shit.

I want to talk to them and turn this into a big deal by getting the police

deny anything

Jenkins frowns.

do you mean, young

what I

Nothing happened between Mrs.

up

work on a couple of rough drafts for

could look at college websites together, but that's it.” Jenkins openly sneers, like

"You were at Mrs.

Scott's house?"

“Yeah.

there too.” He was that one night, upstairs asleep in their bed while I

on the

standard for a student to be at a counselor's house in the evening, but that’s

Scott and I."

"Really."

tells me she thinks I'm full

only smart one in

"Yeah."

gaze,

"Really."

"Well."

clears his throat, resting his clutched hands

"I see.

That changes everything."

room so I can look everyone in

me into confessing Iwas inappropriately touched or whatever the fuck

I wanted it.

it happen

I also was a minor at the time, but

I'm over it.

Done.

"Are you sure, son?"

his voice

the overly concerned, father—figure

"I'm positive,"

his tone of

to sound like

leans back in his chair, his smile of satisfaction indicating me pleading my case actually

we've solved your case,” Jenkins crows to the detectives, who look like they