You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

 Harper

 I didn’t want to go to Blake’s party, and I tried to come up with every excuse in my head to back out.

I even ran a few of them past Sadie once I found out Easton was dead set on going.

But each excuse I gave to my best friend, she returned with the same reply—that I was going no matter what, and her sassy self didn't want to hear any more abott it.

Anxiety ate at me all day.

I could feel it in my hands while I was getting ready, my eye liner a wobbly line, far too thick and beyond repairable.

But after that joint we smoked in the car and the electric blue punch that I've been sipping from Blake’s kitchen—that probably has thirty different kinds of alcohol in it, oops, whatever—I hate to admit that I’m actually having fun.

But I really am.

Blake’s game room, which is more like an arcade, is where we've spent most of the night.

The boys have been battling out an epic game of beer pong, Sadie and I jumping in to partner with them when we're not lost in our own war of Ms.

Pac—Man or bowling— because, of course Blake has a bowling alley in his basement.

And whenever we run low on drinks, Blake sends one of his servers to refill our glasses.

I've never been to a high school party that has waiters.

Not even Easton hires them for his ragers.

But I’m not surprised that Blake has gone all out, he doesn’t do anything half—assed.

Even as he’s standing next to Easton, partnering with him on this round of pong, he looks perfect.

His hair is more styled than mine.

His outfit is so put together, I swear he uses a Stylist.

He catches me looking at him and smiles and when he finishes the round with Easton, he comes over to the bowling area where Sadie and I are hanging out.

says, clinking

up at the TV that’s tracking

“Damn, you're on fire.

at bowling.” “Neither did I,” I admit, laughing, watching

this has been a blast.” “A few more of those”—he nods toward my glass—“and I just might be getting a kiss at midnight.” “Blake ...” “I’m kidding,

Sadie shouts at her second attempt, which turns out to be

I've only ever wanted to protect you, right?”

want anyone hurting

makes me fucking crazy.” “Thank you,” I whisper, feeling his words,

had my back.” That's mostly

there were times I’ve doubted him, but that's when I've allowed Sadie

and the way it’s felt, I’ ve been team Blake all

“Good.” His grin grows.

am I doing wrong?” Sadie whines, a quick glance telling me

up in the air, like she’s trying to actually fight

when I turn back to Blake, my thoughts

the name calling and the WHGOSSIP posts—go away.” When I realize how silly I sound, that Blake

none of this is in your control, but it’s getting to be

of it.” “Then why does it keep happening? Who am I hurting so badly that they want to hurt me?” His stare shifts between

“I wish I knew.

it all away and replace it

returns with a full

off the tray

news

points to her as she attempts a fourth try and fails again,

of a new year and

a fucking dud of a

New Year's

we go to college, everything is going

we all return home for the holidays, who knows if we'll all even get

We could lose touch.

totally different

having this