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.

looking for us.” They're still unloading the buses,

a dumbass, I fall into

I'm not a

I never have been.

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

could be the one who's spray painting shitty messages

could be

it's Aisha, but I

bitch doesn't give a shit about anyone but

sort of sick thrill, bashing Harper

What the fuck ever.

grabs Sadie and Harper and we go to the

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

to his lip and takes a deep drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before he

"Nice."

over, I say, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no

can't believe

eyes wide with

could get into huge trouble.” “Keep your

a couple of hits, then pass the joint to Sadie, who puts the joint between her

doesn't say

which tells me Ryan let her in on

no one told

asks her when she’s done, holding the joint

shakes her head, her gaze going

shouldn't.” “Why not?” I

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

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

“You go girl!"

bringing a giant bottle of body spray out of her bag and spraying it everywhere once

girls, laughing the entire way as we join the rest of our senior class, who are all now clustered

what we can and cannot do, but

fucking high,

in the ribs with