You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

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 and goes into her

and shows it to me, nearly thrusting her phone into my

staring at the photo. Harper loves to suck big dick! Is it wrong

Because hey...it's true.

At least, I think

I take a step away from her with a

think

rising. “Who the hell is doing

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

clings to me and I bury my face in her hair,

this, I can just feel it. I'm over it, too. I feel fucking awful

her everywhere she goes, but I cant.

dashes off in search of Ryan before they

slightly from Harper, reaching out to smooth the worry lines from

worried. Tired. So damn tired of it

to Julia. Julia denied she

"I would too,"

put her up to it and she wasn't expecting you to walk into the bathroom

bothered by us walking into the bathroom at all. When she came out of the

make light of it. Trying to cheer up my girl. "Maybe she was feeling good after taking a

face and shoves at my shoulder, a laugh escaping her. "Ew. You're so

I made you

out. Her laughter fades and her expression turns pensive.

herself at me before I can slam my locker shut, squeezing me

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

“L know,"

You're the only people I