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.

want to talk

know. Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I should've never brought this shit up.

but I grab hold of his arm yet again,

times we had too,” I admit, wanting

my best friends for a

consider him a friend, but he's

have changed and

never be the same between any of

he's trying to make a move on my damn

Blake's

should hang out

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

smells like a

we won't be so far from each other

plan on

a couple of hours away from

grabs hold of me, pulling me in for a

miss you so

of my

feel bad for everything

I ask, my voice muffled by

lucky man, having Harper in your

want you to

"I don't hate you"

his smothering embrace, brushing my hair

trying to kiss

you,

your ass if you lay your

“I'm so sorry, bro.

Seriously.

Blake holds his hands up in front of

leave her

She's yours.

She belongs to you"

damn right,” I say,

don't hate me, okay? Please?"

Fuck.

"We'll

Blake nods, sniffing loudly.

“It's cool"

stopping by

you guys all right?" "We're great,

sorry if I've been a prick to

quite able to walk in a straight line, stumbling

up,’ I say before turning