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?

Mr.

“He called me Bryan,”

Ryan says. "Three times.”

laughing. "Damn, I needed that laugh.

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

experience that made me want

going good, too good, I just have a weird

"You know the...

glare. "Must you

some things scar you for life, you fucking

to turn baby Jesus toward the window along with the little lamb because I

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

talks

“All the stress,"

his head toward the hallway behind me. "Speaking of

when our grandma died so... may the odds be ever in your favor.

little bitch and I 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 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

says it in a terrifying way that has my teeth clenching and my sperm most likely

she really need to

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

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

almost hyperventilating because what

The. Hell. Do.

you're a senior in high school and dealing with drama and trying not to have a nervous

photo of Leigh. Her tits could not be any more visible, obvious, huge,

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