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.

all this shit

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

and a tightly tucked in blue shirt with a badge, okay so yeah

sneer so apparent

why he’s acting weird? He doesn't so much as flinch as

"Have a great day."

Her eyes narrow.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yes,"

and stick out

"My name's Harper."

"How..."

on

"Lovely for you..."

stomps past us like it's the time of the month and the

the hell

I say out loud.

tense but manages

job? A woman in

spins me

"What if we skip?"

"Skip what?"

I frown.

"Life?"

He jokes.

skip the rest of school, run back

epic things about his

like this mansion right on the lake and only the most popular kids had been invited

when

he wants me to go? “Just

I ask.

“Over my dead body."

the

his side, her head

are moving weirdly fast if they're showing

just sounded like my

cringe and look

out.” Easton bumps

Should

Ryan snorts.

to get

stops talking and looks

might

words bother him as much as

the next few hours, then

it.”

need some alone time

at

I make a face.

of you.” Ryan

I

Sadie jokes.

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