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 talk about

I'm sorry. I should've

grab

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

of my best friends for a long

consider him a friend, but he's

and we've

never be the same between any

to make a move on

Blake's

should hang out

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

like a

be so far from each

should plan on

be a couple of

Out of nowhere Blake grabs hold of

going to miss

were one of my best

bad for

I ask, my voice muffled by his

lucky man, having Harper in your life,” Blake

don't want you to hate

"I don't hate you"

smothering embrace, brushing my hair

stop trying to

love you,

your ass if you lay your hands on

“I'm so sorry, bro.

Seriously.

hands up

leave her alone

She's yours.

She belongs to you"

damn right,” I

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

Fuck.

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

Blake nods, sniffing loudly.

“It's cool"

approaches us, stopping

all right?" "We're great,

been a prick

quite able to walk in a

so fucked up,’ I