You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

 Harper

 I stare at the roses in my locker and almost burst into tears.

"What do you think?"

Easton's deep voice is behind me.

I swipe my cheek as a tear trails down it.

I don't tell him, but all I keep thinking about is this ridiculous montage of all the moments as I walked by his locker, mine, wishing things were different.

Wishing we were together.

And now I'm looking at a locker full of roses, candy, and I'm hearing my man's voice behind me as he wraps his arms around my body, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"Didn't expect tears,"

he whispers.

"I mean, I expected at least a kiss, a hug, maybe a BJ if I was a really good boy—"

I elbow him in the ribs and turn in his arms.

"I love you.” His eyes go glassy.

Did I do that? It's only us in this moment, and it's all I need as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard, he pushes me against the locker next to mine, and I start to hear whistles and catcalls.

I don't care.

All I care about is him.

All I need is him.

And then I wonder how did I ever survive without this boy? His mouth on mine and the way he makes me feel like I can conquer anything in this world as long as he's by my side? He pulls back.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

“I got you a card,” I blurt lamely.

He throws his head back and laughs.

"I like cards."

"It has a turtle on it,” I grumble.

"With a heart, so at least there's that, but I didn't know what to get you, and I just—"

He cuts me off again with a kiss.

Then another.

Easton pulls away again.

"I have tonight all planned."

I've never been more excited that school is done for the day as I am at this moment.

I want to jump his bone and fuck him against the metal and wrap my legs around his body.

We break apart when I hear Ryan curse under his breath.

"Sorry man.” Easton wipes his mouth like I licked him, and my brother narrows his eyes like he's contemplating homicide.

"It is Valentine's Day though, so..."

Ryan grunts.

rushes to his side and pulls his head down for a

gonna hook up on a bed

Ryan kisses her back.

my turn to

me off literally while kissing her, then stops and turns to Easton

"Should we tell them?"

starts bouncing

French? Should we go

says and silences her with a

know is

and be ready to

about how nice it would be to

sound of Aisha's

smell her gross perfume as she stops in front of us and puts her hands on her

wearing a pink skirt and white crop top with sparkly

Blonde or at least be a body double as her eyes move from left to right, taking

an exciting

Her penciled eyebrows arch.

behind her, gives her a weird look, and

see it,

he was so close with her only to shove her away and try to get back with the guys, but who am I to even attempt to understand High School politics at this point? "What the fuck do you want?” Easton sounds almost exhausted like he's at the point where he

to think you were like a bad cold, now I'm pretty sure even Hitler

you even

Didn't you fail twice?"

Easton smirks.

we should

Aisha lifts her chin.

like every other loser on

peers around

in a locker,

think they were white roses? God, those chocolates

been black roses representing your funeral,” Ryan says

"Let's go man."

fuming at his

And I'm just done.

what? He

me his

gave him

just thinking about

"What's so funny?"

Aisha nearly growls.

Easton's hand, and

that there are still some things

some things he

bad I took

your chocolates, and shove them up your ass the way his dick was shoved up

"My ears!"

Ryan yells.

a high

in her stupid

"Best ass ever."

top of my

"You guys ready?"

never

Ryan mumbles.

"Atta girl!"

dancing as we leave Aisha in the hall scowling at

is pressed against

Point.