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

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

ready to leave but I grab hold of his

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

of my best friends for

a friend, but

have changed and

same between any of us

he's trying to make a move on my

Blake's

should hang

"So will I” I remind him, wrinkling my nose when he

smells like a

won't be so

should plan on

be a couple of hours away from each

hold of

to miss you so much,

were one of my best

for everything

you done?" I ask, my voice

lucky man, having Harper in your

you

"I don't hate you"

embrace, brushing my hair

trying to kiss

you, you're my

your ass if you lay

“I'm so sorry, bro.

Seriously.

hands up in front

I'll leave

She's yours.

She belongs to you"

damn right,” I say,

don't hate me, okay? Please?" He's pleading, his eyes

Fuck.

"We'll talk about this later, okay?"

Blake nods, sniffing loudly.

“It's cool"

approaches us, stopping by my

guys all

I've been a

not quite able to walk in a straight line,

up,’ I