You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Harper

Easton is pale.

Normally his skin is a healthy tan, his good looks are so ridiculously hot that I want to strangle him then kiss him right afterward.

I'm next to my locker when he walks up, hands shoved into his jeans, posture stiff.

"Sup?"

I snort out a laugh.

"Did you just bro talk me?"

“Huh?"

He scratches his head, completely distracted.

I mimic his movements, then give him a slight shove.

"Yeah okay, bruh, what you wanna do later, dude, wanna hit the pavement, go for a smoke, shoot some hoops and—"

"-Are you high?"

He leans in, and the smell of his cologne has me dizzy with want.

"And why wouldn't you share?"

Flirtatious Easton is back.

The one I'm obsessed with.

The one I need more than anything, despite how frustrated I get with him on a daily basis.

He's mine.

All mine.

I just wish all this bullshit would go away so we could have more time to figure out what we are, how we work, and what this means before graduation.

Ugh.

"Not high."

I wrap my arms around his waist.

"You just seem distant..."

We have at least half the day left before we can go home-—before I can go home with him, even if that means I'm just going to be in the backseat of his super sexy Jeep.

"Yeah okay boomer,"

he jokes.

"I'm fine, I promise."

Our foreheads touch and I forget all about the worries I have as people whistle and pass us as they walk down the hallway.

"I just had a moment.

this shit is getting

away briefly and looks around like he’s paranoid about something when what looks like a police officer makes her way

tucked in blue shirt with a badge, okay

by us, her sneer so

Is that why he’s acting weird? He doesn't so much

"Have a great day."

Her eyes narrow.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yes,"

and stick out

"My name's Harper."

"How..."

on

"Lovely for you..."

drop my hand as mid-life crisis stomps past us like it's the time of the month

the hell was that

I say out loud.

but manages a

do shit? Hates her job? A

me

"What if we skip?"

"Skip what?"

I frown.

"Life?"

He jokes.

back

many epic things about

his cabin was like this mansion right on the lake and only

to have serious envy when Ryan would go because duh,

me to go?

I ask.

“Over my dead body."

appears, scaring the shit

his side, her head laying

fast if they're showing

sounded

cringe and

I'd never leave you out.” Easton bumps

Should we just take

Ryan snorts.

hell are you going to get

talking and looks

mean, it might be

but I know the words bother him as much as they do me as he looks down

few hours, then leave? We can make it

it.”

need some alone time

looks down at

I make a face.

while I'm in front of you.” Ryan

earplugs, FUCKING EARPLUGS and I wink at her and suddenly

Sadie jokes.