Chapter 128

Easton

I'm at my locker right before first period when I'm practically tackled not just by my girlfriend, but her best friend too. And they're both talking a mile a minute. "You're never going to believe—"

“Spray painted on the mirror—"

"Julia was in there and she said Aisha's gone—"

“We got rid of it. I couldn't look at it any longer."

That last statement is from Harper, and she says it in such a sad way, my heart literally breaks for her.

From what I can tell, something awful was spray painted about Harper—again —this time on the mirror in the girls' bathroom. Anger rises and I clench my jaw so tight I'm afraid I might break it.

Why do they keep coming for my girl?

And who is it that keeps doing this?

The drama never fucking stops and I'm sick of it. Sick. Of. It. I grab hold of Harper's shoulders and gently shake her, needing her to pay attention to me. “Tell me what happened,”

I demand. She explains everything, starting from the beginning.

How they walked into the bathroom, spotted the rude message written on the mirrors, and how Julia was in there.

They confronted her but she denied having anything to do with it.

Of course. I'd deny everything too if I were her.

you, but I call bullshit,’ Sadie says as she grabs her phone

nearly thrusting her phone into my face. “Here's what it

the photo. Harper loves to suck big

Because hey...it's true.

also true that Harper enjoys sucking it. At least, I think she does— Sadie thwacks me on

step away

you think is

“Who the hell

I say without hesitation as I hand Sadie back her phone, then pull Harper

to me and I bury my face

it, too. I feel fucking awful that we can't

her everywhere she goes,

and Sadie dashes off in

pull away slightly from Harper, reaching out to smooth the

seems worried. Tired. So damn tired of

isn't here, according to Julia. Julia denied

"I would too,"

it and she wasn't expecting you to walk into the

us walking into the bathroom at all. When she came

cheer up my girl. "Maybe she was feeling good after taking a solid

a disgusted face and shoves at my shoulder, a laugh escaping

least I made you

and her expression turns pensive. “You're right.

throws herself at me before I can slam my locker shut, squeezing me tight. ") don't know who

on me,’ I tell her, rubbing her back. "I've got

“L know,"

the only people I can trust. Everyone

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