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?

always do that Mr. Clark is dumber than a box

“He called me Bryan,”

Ryan says. "Three times.”

I needed that laugh. Did

Bryan, Bryan, and I was fucking annoyed. He pointed his stapler

made me want

going good, too good, I just have a weird feeling, one that tells me it

hesitates. "You

you bring

you can't unhear, bro, some things scar you for life, you fucking

the window along

a lot. Don't people always say senior year

talks

“All the stress,"

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

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

of all people—and not only that, I wasn't even brought into the

it in a terrifying way that has my teeth clenching and my

need to

I reach for her only to have her flinch and pull back as more tears flow. People are watching. I have no

like puking when I see the picture of Leigh and grab Harper by the wrist, pulling her

has me almost hyperventilating because what the

Hell. Do. I.

in high school and dealing with drama and trying

tits could not

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