You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 124

Easton

I'm a fucking mess through last period and can't even fucking text Harper to apologize or discuss the whole thing with her mom.

The sick feeling I get in my chest when I think about her not claiming me and of course on top of that the picture.

Fuckkkk, the damn picture. I see Sadie the minute I get out of class and think, oh good, someone I can convince to be on my side, when she smacks me on the ass with her backpack.

"The hell, Sadie!”

“How could you hurt her like that! I thought you trusted her! She was bawling."

Her own eyes tear up. "Really, Easton?

I mean, fucking, really?"

"Keep your voice down."

I grab her by the elbow and bring her toward my locker when Ryan walks up. "Is there a reason you're hitting him?"

"Yes,"

she seethes and looks around us. "He has a picture of Leigh on his phone with her tits just dangling out there and Harper saw it and it was the same day...it was..."

She shakes her head. "That same fucking day you guys decided to get serious, you lied, Easton. AGAIN!”

"Keep your voice down!"

Ryan repeats and shares a look with me. "Sadie, you don't know the whole story.”

Her eyes widen. "You knew?"

"Shit."

Ryan lowers his head. "Look, can we do this in the parking lot at least?

People are starting to stare."

to chop his dick

on the verge of tears as

out of his embrace and already I feel guilty because

toward Sadie's car, and I know all hell is

A fucking scrunchie?

him say, “You dropped

and says, "Good game, thanks for handing me my ass. It was actually more fun losing, I

me and smiles. "Maybe winning first

through my body as my nostrils flare. Ryan grabs me before I can run after Blake or

we should just head out and

You could use it"

search for her again, she's already

out. She

wait for her to get out. Instead, she looks away and clicks herself in while Sadie gives me the

are watching, then I blindly crawl into my Jeep and follow him to the pizza place by his house.

cracks his knuckles and says, "Tell me everything, like you're a girl on a super dramatic reality show. Then, tell me why you look so equally

grit my teeth and stare at my empty plate. "Other than, you

thing called the incident

that

"Yes,"

him. "For the love of God, can we not talk about

by me, again,

“I'm sure your mom

"I have constant second—hand embarrassment

nightmares of her

my Coke and lean back

explain how much it hurt that Harper didn't tell their parents

there and listens, though I can tell I'm stressing him out too because he's

wishes each of the Cokes

a damn bottle at

to sit down and talk. I know why you kept it and I still support it, the picture that is, but she's so stressed out, man. Mom and Dad were not

He clears his throat.

right now and seeing that on your screen

like they do when one has to

to