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 about

sorry. I should've never brought this shit

leave but I grab

I admit, wanting him to know that despite

best

consider him a friend, but he's

have changed and

never be the same between any of

when he's trying to make a move on my damn

you?" Blake's gaze

should hang out

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

dude smells like a liquor

we won't be so

plan on

of

nowhere Blake grabs hold of

going to miss you so much,

of

feel bad for

ask, my

lucky man, having Harper in your

want you

"I don't hate you"

from his smothering embrace, brushing my hair back

stop trying to kiss

you, you're my

your ass if you lay your hands on her

“I'm so sorry, bro.

Seriously.

Blake holds his hands

leave

She's yours.

She belongs to you"

I

Please?" He's pleading,

Fuck.

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

Blake nods, sniffing loudly.

“It's cool"

approaches us, stopping

you guys all right?" "We're

if I've been a prick to

to walk in a

so fucked up,’ I say before turning my attention