You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 169

Harper

He's acting weirder than normal.

My eyes narrow as Easton stares into his spaghetti then looks up at me like he's trying to figure something out.

I frown.

"So, Harper his dad says, "what are your plans next year?" Easton shifts in his seat while I reach across and put my hand on his thigh.

“Honestly, I'm not sure.

I got accepted into San Jose State, so I'll probably go there.” "Ah, congrats"

His dad raises his wine glass.

"Might be hard being away from Easton, huh?" Talk about stating the obvious.

He drinks his red wine, tossing it back in two sips before setting his empty glass back down and looking between us.

"If it's supposed to work.

It will"

That's it.

That's all he says before getting up; even Easton's mom is grinning at us like her smile is either frozen, or she's trying to look encouraging.

Nothing about their expressions are helpful, nor do they make me feel better about my life right now.

"Easton.."

His mom stands and spreads her hands wide across her black designer skirt.

Even her makeup is perfect, her lipstick still somehow on after eating dinner, her smile white, and her dark hair pulled back into a low bun that just manages to look both pretty and classy at the same time.

"Why dont you and Harper watch a movie or something? Use the last few months you have together before school.” Her smile is genuine, but my gut still sinks to my feet as Easton stands and holds out his hand.

We walk toward the living room, and then he tugs me down the hall into the theater room, and we walk inside.

He says nothing as he grabs the remote and turns on Netflix.

He presses play on Red Notice and snatches a blanket from the little basket next to the wet bar, then curses under his breath and goes back, grabbing a bottle of expensive whiskey and slumping into a seat holding his arms out like he wants me to sit on his lap.

I do.

I sit there.

how hard he

so, I feel how sad

bottle is handed to

take a sip, then hand it back; we do this for at

but neither

that exists without us together in it, at least that's how

He can't leave.

I cant leave.

break my heart in order to stop

fix it by breaking it, and I would let him because of his

taste it on my tongue and wonder what it would be like years from now, remembering his name, saying

want to imagine

yet, my

aren't mixed, our hands aren't tangled,

like bleeding out—this

nothing you can do to stop the wound; that's what it feels like sitting on his lap and imagining a world where we aren't

then he rests his head against my back

can't do it.” My eyes

are we going to do?" He

love you

love for you-" I smile to myself "—isn't measured by

the size of your

funny.” For some reason,

buzzes next to me on

grab it

are checking

Typical.

For some reason.

from the pain and check my email, then nearly fall off

"SHIT!" I yell.

him and start to jump

What's going on? What?" He's

I'm yelling and jumping.

got in!” I

"Right!" He laughs.

Jose, you little badass—"

He freezes.

jumping

then I'm pulled into his

once again wondering why I would ever want to

is—" he kisses me hard “—amazing!" Tears

"My dream college"

I wish I was there

he was