You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 129

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?"

his voice soft. "Where are

“At work."

are they going

phone.

pause for

hate that

"Let me

“What do you mean?"

home with Ryan, I'll drive you home. They won't check on you right away,

look like you got a ride with...

"She'll be with Ryan.”

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

eyes are glowing. "Let me help you forget all your troubles for a

"What's that supposed to

flat out grins. “You'll

else for a while, I climb into Easton's Jeep and

unlike him, my hand in his and resting

and I'm singing at the top of my lungs along with

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

been really hard. Maybe loving someone isn't supposed to be easy.

I

driveway, I've stopped singing along with

off the engine. Instead, he turns toward

"How did

way home and singing along

Seemed therapeutic.”

about finals or my future or Aisha

leaning back in his seat. "Good. That's

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