You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 183

Harper

I know he’s pissed.

God knows I was ready to tear someone apart—but this is prom, it’s our night, our moment, and I'll murder anyone who comes between Easton and me.

I know he’s being protective, and he’s just angry on my behalf, but I need him to focus on the happy because, after this moment, we don't have a lot of days left at school, and while I can't wait to go to college and get out of this hell hole, these are still Moments we'll never have back again.

Who knew I'd be at prom with Easton reminiscing over stupid moments? Not this girl.

I take a deep breath after we have a few dances, my slinky red dress makes me feel so sexy, and the fact that Easton bought it for me and wanted me to dress like this for him gives me chills, he's the best, truly.

And he deserves to know that.

“Terrifying,” he whispers in my ear, pulling me back against him.

“What is?” “That look in your eyes.

You plotting someone's murder?” Ilean back against him, loving the way it feels to be held by him as people dance all around us, the music seems to get louder and louder.

“You're safe, don't worry.” “Because I was.

Worried, that is.” He laughs, his fingertips dance up and down my arms, and it's funny because I don't even think he realizes that he's doing it.

Damn, we're officially in a relationship.

The couple that moves around each other like they're in orbit.

And I love it.

I sigh as our principal taps the mic and holds up the cards for prom king and queen.

I try not to tense, but I can't help it.

Despite everyone wanting to throttle her, Aisha is most likely going to win.

And Easton? Who the hell else would he even compete with? Ryan? Blake? No offense to both of thern, but they would never win over Easton.

Which means that he and Aisha get to dance.

And I get to watch.

Suddenly my night doesn't seem so magical.

brace myself

as people boo that the music has stopped and

such an ass, he’d have more

worst,” Easton grumbles in my

win.” I turn in his arms and press a kiss to his neck, his cologne is a mixture of

“You're killing me.” He runs his hands down my bare back sending

“Come on, Harp—"

The principal shouts

\jump away from Easton.

calling my name? Everyone's cheering, and Sadie rushes to my

hell is going

our principal looks

Wait.

“Gol” Sadie shoves me while

to the stage,

half expect Aisha to trip me when I

I stole something from her, then again, I stole Easton, and now I was

I smile to myself.

I can't help it.

when I get on stage, and the crown’s

is next, I just know

So when it’s announced.

Cartwright’ I'm waiting

goes

He tums to me.

our dance?” "Is this real?” “Come on, Cinderella...”

the dance floor then party, then fuck, then party again, like in that order.” “Wait, I thought we were getting high?” “I'm

I've got my queen by my side.” “And I've got

brings me to the middle of the dance floor like every amazing teen movie that has

Weeknd , and it feels more sexy than sweet

spins me

People clap.

God, it really is like a teen movie, isn't it? And

preen as Easton adjusts my crown only to pull

the music shifts into Doja Cat, and we're all grinding and dancing, me

of how much time goes by as we dance, but we're having the time of our lives as we move around

It’s crazy.

This is actually crazy.

to us, I keep adjusting my crown since

playing, and