You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 176 

Easton

 I'm heading towards Harper and Blake when I see him lean in, as if that motherfucker is going in for a kiss with my girlfriend.

What.

The.

Fuck.

I see red.

I break out into a full run, grabbing the back of Blake's shirt as soon as I get close, and yanking him away from Harper.

She's staring at me as if she's in shock, a horrified expression on her face.

“Easton,’ she breathes.

I point at her.

"Don't move"

I turn on Blake whose facing me with a furious expression on his face, his right hand in a fist as if he's going to throw it at me.

"What the fuck, man? Why are you making moves on my girl?" My voice is loud enough that it carries across the pool and beyond, and I realize quick we have an audience.

Fuck.

"I wasn't making moves on Harp.” Blake lurches to the left, nearly collapsing and I jump forward, grabbing hold of his arm to keep him from falling.

“I just—I'm in a mood"

“You're drunk.” "It's not just that.” He shakes his head, his gaze distressed.

"Don't you miss how things used to be?" The music starts back up, a popular rap song playing at top volume and I take a step forward so we can hear each other.

"Things change, bro. We grow up. And we can't stop it from happening either"

"I know"

Blake hangs his head, looking sad as hell.

"I just miss how we used to be.

When it was just me, you and Ryan and we'd hang out all the time.

Get into trouble.

Remember when you used to fuck around with Leigh?" I frown, hating that he brought that bitch up.

don't want to

right. I'm sorry. I should've never brought this shit

grab hold of his arm

admit, wanting him to know

one of my best

him a

and

be the same between

to make a move on my damn

you?" Blake's

hang out

leaving for college soon.’ "So will I” I remind him, wrinkling my

like a

so far

plan on

be a couple of hours away from each

hold of me, pulling me in for a

to miss you so much,

of

bad for

have you done?" I ask, my voice muffled by his

a lucky man, having Harper in your

you to

"I don't hate you"

embrace, brushing my hair

stop trying

love you,

kick your ass if you lay your

“I'm so sorry, bro.

Seriously.

Blake holds his hands up in

swear I'll leave her alone

She's yours.

She belongs to you"

I say, my voice

Please?" He's pleading, his eyes turning

Fuck.

can I hate this guy? "We'll talk about this

Blake nods, sniffing loudly.

“It's cool"

stopping by my

guys all right?" "We're

sorry if I've been a prick to you,” Blake

able to walk in a straight line, stumbling as

is so fucked up,’ I say before turning my attention onto