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

more so, I feel

bottle is

a sip, then hand it back; we do this for at least five minutes, each of us getting buzzed as we watch the

hilarious, but neither of us are

at least that's how it feels as we both think about our

He can't leave.

I cant leave.

and break my heart

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

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

imagine that sort of

my

mixed, our hands aren't tangled, our bodies aren't pressed against one

like bleeding

like being shot and then told that there's nothing you can do to stop the wound; that's what it feels like

then he

it.” My eyes squeeze

are we going to do?" He holds me

love you no matter

smile to myself "—isn't measured by

by the size

"Very funny.” For some reason, I want to

buzzes next to me on the

it

parents are

Typical.

For some reason.

check my email,

"SHIT!" I yell.

him and start to jump in

you okay? What's going on?

I'm yelling and jumping.

in!”

"Right!" He laughs.

San Jose, you little badass—" "=TO

He freezes.

keep jumping

I'm pulled

I would ever want to be in a place

me hard “—amazing!"

"My dream college"

them but know that I wish I was there with you as if my

was my