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.

to talk

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

turns, ready to leave but I grab hold of his

admit, wanting him to know that despite everything,

my best

a friend, but he's

have changed and

be the same between any of

make

you?" Blake's gaze

should hang

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

smells like

won't be so

should plan on

of hours away from

Blake grabs hold of me, pulling me in for

miss you

were one of

for everything

you done?" I ask, my voice muffled by

lucky man, having Harper in your life,”

want you

"I don't hate you"

myself from his smothering embrace, brushing my

trying to kiss

you, you're my

will kick your ass if you

“I'm so sorry, bro.

Seriously.

Blake holds his hands up in front

swear I'll leave

She's yours.

She belongs to you"

right,” I say,

hate me, okay? Please?" He's pleading, his eyes

Fuck.

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

Blake nods, sniffing loudly.

“It's cool"

us, stopping by

guys all right?" "We're

been a prick to you,”

able to walk in a straight line, stumbling as he heads toward the

fucked up,’ I say before