You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 102

Harper

As I'm in the bedroom, packing up my things, I hear a door slam and a long, drawn-out puff of air come from the other side of it.

There's no question in my mind who it came from, I know it's the room Aisha is sharing with Blake and I'm positive it's her reaction to Easton telling them their sorry asses need to leave.

I don’t know for sure that he kicked them out, but I can't imagine him offering a ride on his jet ski after the shit she just pulled.

The last few minutes have been crazier than I can handle.

First, I land on my ass, then Aisha accuses Sadie of chasing her with a knife, and then it's full chaos as we all speak over each other, trying to share our own sides of the story.

No one listening, no one trying to reason, everyone just pointing fingers.

There's only one person guilty here.

Aisha.

The minute she showed up with Blake, I knew our fun, relaxing weekend was over, and stress was about to ensue.

I don't care if the bitch makes the best French toast in the world, she needs to go.

As I hear her thrash around inside the room, I suspect she's getting ready to do just that.

Thank God.

I finish putting the last of my stuff into my bag and I make my way into the living room, sitting next to Sadie on the couch, a front row seat for when the parade of losers finally leave.

My best friend looks like hell.

Her hair is a mess, sticking out the sides of her hoodie as it's drawn over her head, some type of stain on her leggings that I didn't notice before.

“Are you all right? '

"I'm about to commit murder. '

She looks at me, her hands clenching on her lap, her lips grim, eyes so dark I can barely see her pupils.

"Honestly, how do you think I'm doing? '

Her mouth parts and she practically growls.

"A knife? Really? Like I would ever. '

I want to laugh, but I'm afraid she'll reach for my throat.

"I mean ...

you do want to disassemble her limb by limb, but a knife is a serious stretch. '

"She was trying to make me look like a psycho in front of my boyfriend. '

She sighs, wrapping her arms around her stomach.

Ryan have hooked up, makes me

She pauses.

to puke kind of

"Hey. '

on

been with ,

be sick together.

“I hate her. '

her more.

toward the hallway, hoping

it sits empty, no sign of Blake or Aisha

I mean, how long does it take to

"Maybe they're fucking.

a nice, big

the loud, shouty sex you gave

visual I won't ever recover from,

I say.

you feel as shitty

"Sadie ... '

think you realize what Aisha is

bitch I've ever met in my

down— make me mad at Ryan, make

to tear the boys

her eyes, a pain

me thinks

goes to her free shoulder, clamping

"Stop right there.

to let this

don’t care how convincing she is,

the things she said, therefore she’s

my dead

wouldn't be so lucky,

Aisha says.

she's been standing at the mouth of the hallway, but obviously long enough to hear what I just

understand what you're

I spit at her.

we want you here—let me spell it out, in terms you'll understand: we despise you, we want you

point at the front

"Now. '

because I fucked her boyfriend before

smile moves across

“Fuck you! '

I shout.

I wasn't talking to

shoulder, now resting on the floor, as her arms

talking to her.

goes to stand

really get a knife

where