Chapter 129

Harper

I'm in a shit mood for the rest of the day, barely able to concentrate on my final exams, which freaks me out. Yeah, just add another thing to my freak out list.

Like the fact that someone is still writing shitty messages about me at school.

That I think I've skipped my period—what the hell?

That I feel like shit still thanks to lack of sleep and everything else that's going on. I'm so over this year.

I swear the minute it's winter break, I'm going straight home and falling into bed. Maybe I'll sleep my way through the rest of the year, I don't know.

All I know is, I need some down time. Some drama free time too.

Don't know if that last one is possible, but a girl can dream.

We're out of school earlier than normal thanks to our finals schedule and I'm heading for the parking lot when I hear a deep male voice say my name. I turn to find Easton behind me, his gaze lifting at the last second, like he might've been checking out my butt. Knowing him, he probably was.

“What are you doing?"

I ask, trying to go for a flirty tone. He smiles, but his eyes are full of concern. For me. "Waiting for you. Want to come over to my place?"

I press my lips together, wishing I could say yes. "I should probably go straight home with Ryan. My parents are still unhappy with me thanks to the tree—"

Easton holds up both hands, silencing me. "Yeah, yeah. The tree incident. Don't say anything else."

My cheeks grow warm. It's still a touchy subject in my house, which is no surprise. “I wish I could go home with you.”

“Why can't you?"

asks, his voice soft. "Where are your

“At work."

going to know where

phone. She's

pause for dramatic flair.

fucking hate

head. "Let me take

“What do you mean?"

of riding home with Ryan, I'll drive you home.

it look like you got a ride with... I don't

"She'll be with Ryan.”

the idea. “Just—let me take you home. We need a little one on one

and I swear his eyes are glowing. "Let me

"What's that supposed

out grins. “You'll

Ryan and Sadie to go somewhere else for a while, I climb into Easton's

long way, driving slow, which is incredibly unlike him, my hand in his and resting on his thigh as he cranks

is blasting at full volume and I'm singing at the top of my lungs along with her song, throwing my head back

remind me of some sort of teen dream movie, and once I got involved

it's also been really hard.

what I tell

we're pulling into my driveway, I've stopped singing along with

doesn't shut off the engine. Instead, he turns toward me, his gaze

frown. "How did

home and singing along with

Seemed therapeutic.”

are relaxed. And I didn't think about finals or my future or Aisha and spray paint once.

his seat.

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