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

grab hold of his arm yet again, stopping

the good times we had too,” I admit, wanting him to know that despite everything, I

best friends for a long

a friend, but

have changed and we've

same between any

to make a move

Blake's gaze turns

should hang out

I remind him, wrinkling

dude smells like a liquor

we won't be so

should plan

still be a couple of hours

Out of nowhere Blake grabs hold of me, pulling

to miss

one of my best

feel bad for everything I've

you done?" I ask,

Harper in your life,”

want you to hate

"I don't hate you"

smothering embrace, brushing my hair back into

gotta stop trying to kiss

you, you're my

ass if you lay your

“I'm so sorry, bro.

Seriously.

holds his hands up

swear I'll leave her

She's yours.

She belongs to you"

damn right,” I say, my

Please?" He's pleading, his eyes turning

Fuck.

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

Blake nods, sniffing loudly.

“It's cool"

approaches us, stopping by

you guys all

been a prick to you,” Blake

he walks away, not quite able to walk in a straight line, stumbling as he heads

so fucked up,’ I say before turning my