You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 189

Easton

We're exiting the bus in one of the giant Disneyland parking lots when Ryan grabs hold of my arm and pulls me aside.

“I brought something,’ he says, holding up his backpack.

“Like what?” Knowing him, he packed some extra good snacks, which we're allowed to have so it's no big deal.

Don't know why he didn't bust them out while we were still on the bus, but whatever.

“This.” He unzips the top of his backpack, opening it up and revealing what's inside.

At first I see nothing, but then my eyes adjust to the light and it becomes super obvious.

The dumbass I brought a small baggie of fuckin’ weed.

“Seriously?” I push his backpack closed and shove it into his chest.

“They catch us with that, we're done for.

No walking at graduation.

No nothing.

Your parents will kill you.” And mine will kill me.

Definitely not worth the risk.

Ryan clutches his backpack to him, rolling his eyes.

"Give me a break.

We can smoke out behind the bus, just pass the joint between us for a few puffs.

No biggie.

It'll be epic.” “You have joints in there too?” How much weed did the guy bring with him? Ryan nods, looking real pleased with himself.

to the other side of the bus before they start looking for us.” They're still unloading the buses, and it's going to be a while until everything is under semi—control and they can corral us

like a dumbass, I fall into line and follow

not

I never have been.

I wouldn't mind a couple of hits off that joint to

ever since Harper and I had that conversation about who could be the one who's spray painting shitty messages about my girl everywhere we

really could

doesn't believe it's Aisha, but I

give a shit about

gives her some sort of sick thrill, bashing Harper

What the fuck ever.

and we go to the far side of the bus, away

a tight circle facing inward, no one able to see what the hell we're doing as Ryan brings out a joint and a

takes a deep drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before

"Nice."

glancing over my shoulder to make sure

believe you

squeaks, her eyes

your voice down and we won't,”

who puts the joint between her lips and takes a pull

say a

by the joint's appearance, which tells me Ryan

no one

her when she’s done, holding

slowly shakes her head, her

shouldn't.” “Why not?” I

“You're wasting precious time, Harp.” Ryan's voice

hit or hand it over.” She takes a small hit,

“You go girl!"

couple of times, Sadie bringing a giant bottle of body spray out of

the girls, laughing the entire way as we join the rest of our senior class,

off all the rules and what we can and cannot do,

fucking high,

the ribs with