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

She pauses.

want to puke

"Hey. '

my hand on her shoulder,

with ,

be

“I hate her. '

her more.

the hallway, hoping she'll be walking through

empty, no sign of Blake

they're doing in the bedroom? I mean, how long does it take to throw one night's

"Maybe they're fucking.

leaving a nice, big stain on

shouty sex you gave them as their

I won't ever recover from,

I say.

feel as shitty as I

"Sadie ... '

don't think you realize what Aisha is

manipulative bitch I've ever

take us all down— make me mad at Ryan, make you mad

probably trying to tear the boys apart, too.

and there's a shift in her eyes, a

me thinks

to

"Stop right there.

going to let this bitch

convincing she is, our guys won't believe

she said,

dead

wouldn't be so lucky,

Aisha says.

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

what you're still

I spit at her.

to think we want you here—let

point at

"Now. '

because I fucked her boyfriend before she did

moves across

“Fuck you! '

I shout.

I wasn't

her bag dropping from her shoulder, now resting on the floor, as her arms

talking

goes to stand

she's probably going to go into the kitchen and really get a knife this time, so I

where you