You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Easton

It's weird not having my phone.

And not being able to text my girl when I literally want to bang my head against my own locker, add in a few slams, then get high so my anxiety slows down all because I just need her.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still livid as fucking hell that she didn't tell her parents about me.

And let's be honest, I'm still embarrassed that I was eating her out under a mother fucking Christmas tree while both the Santa figurine and baby Jesus watched. Son of a bitch. I'm going to hell, aren't I?

I start to sweat as I think about all the ways I'll burn for shoving my head between her thighs while her mom walked in.

I pull my beanie down over my eyes and groan when the bell rings. Thank. God. I need my phone.

I need Harper.

It's been stressful since the cabin, her sickness, grades, upcoming finals and just everything, everything seems to be causing both of us to pull more apart just when I felt like things were finally getting better.

Add in fucking Blake and yeah, maybe I do need to just store edibles in my locker and pretend they're actual candy.

I barely make it to my locker when I see Ryan approach, and he looks just as tired as I feel. “School blows,’ he groans and leans against it.

"I can't wait to be done with all of this shit."

I put in my History book and slam my locker closed. “Something happen in Pre—Cal that I don't know about?

bitching like you always do that Mr.

“He called me Bryan,”

Ryan says. "Three times.”

I needed that

Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, and I was

experience that made me

things with Sadie are going good, too good, I just have a weird feeling, one that tells me it can't always be like this and

"You

glare. "Must you bring

things you can't unhear, bro, some things scar you for life, you fucking ruined holiday decorations for my

toward the window along with the little lamb because

just a lot. Don't people always say senior year is supposed

ever talks about

“All the stress,"

the hallway behind me. "Speaking of stress, there's

the back. "The same way she did when our grandma died so... may the

got caught by her mom of all people—and not only that, I wasn't even brought into the fold as far as being her boyfriend. I frown. I cross my arms. I prepare for impact.

way that has my teeth clenching and my sperm most likely

need

Tears start to fall. Damn, this isn't good. I reach for her only to have her flinch and pull back as more tears flow. People are watching. I have no clue what to do and almost ask if it's that time of the month when she points my phone at me, showing me my

picture of Leigh and grab Harper by the wrist, pulling her down the hall

me almost hyperventilating because what the hell

The. Hell. Do. I.

school and dealing with drama and trying not to have a nervous breakdown.

of Leigh. Her tits could not be any more

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