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 for the

feel for him as people boo that the music has stopped and that he's at the mic trying to get

if he wasn't such an ass, he’d have

worst,” Easton grumbles in my

and press a kiss to his neck,

get high.” “You're killing me.” He runs his hands down

“Come on, Harp—"

Quinn!” The principal shouts

\jump away from Easton.

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

the hell is going

looks bored out of his mind as he holds

Wait.

“Gol” Sadie shoves me while

walk to the stage,

Aisha to trip me when I walk

looks pissed and hurt like I stole something from her, then again, I

I smile to myself.

I can't help it.

and the

next, I

So when it’s announced.

waiting

goes

He tums to me.

this real?” “Come on, Cinderella...” He

on the dance floor then party, then fuck, then party again, like in that order.” “Wait,

by my side.” “And I've got my

the dance floor like every

Weeknd , and it feels more sexy than sweet which I

me around and

People clap.

teen movie, isn't

as Easton adjusts my crown only

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

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

It’s crazy.

This is actually crazy.

out next to us, I keep adjusting

and