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?

like you always do that Mr. Clark is dumber than a

“He called me Bryan,”

Ryan says. "Three times.”

"Damn, I needed

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

was an entire experience that made me

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

hesitates. "You

glare. "Must you

some things scar you for life, you

turn baby Jesus toward the window

always say senior year

ever talks

“All the stress,"

jerks his head toward the hallway behind

same way she did when our grandma died so... may the odds

the hell she looks so angry and sad when I'm the one who got caught by her mom of

clenching and my

she really need

I simply clear my throat and wait. 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

puking when I see the picture of Leigh and grab Harper by the wrist, pulling her down the hall and outside so that people can't

has me almost hyperventilating because

The. Hell. Do. I.

with drama and trying not to have

Leigh. Her tits could not be any more visible,

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