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?

you always do that Mr. Clark is dumber

“He called me Bryan,”

Ryan says. "Three times.”

I needed

he kept going, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, and I was

experience that made me want

I just have a weird feeling, one that tells

"You

"Must you bring

bro, some things scar you for life, you fucking ruined holiday decorations

baby Jesus toward the window along with the

lot. Don't people always say senior

talks

“All the stress,"

behind me. "Speaking

did when our grandma died so...

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

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

really need to

ask. 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

Leigh and grab Harper by the wrist, pulling her down the hall and outside so that people can't hear, can't see, can't

has me almost hyperventilating because what the hell do

Hell. Do.

drama and trying not to have a nervous breakdown. Hell, are we on Riverdale or starting our

clench my fists as I stare at the photo of Leigh. Her tits

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