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.
I brace myself for the news.
Our principal looks so annoyed I almost feel for him as people boo that the music has stopped and that he's at the mic trying to get everyone's attention.
Maybe if he wasn't such an ass, he’d have more fans.
“He's the worst,” Easton grumbles in my ear.
“Hey, wanna go get high?” “You're going to win.” I turn in his arms and press a kiss to his neck, his cologne is a mixture of sweet spices that make my knees weak.
“So no, we can't go get high.” “You're killing me.” He runs his hands down my bare back sending chills down my spine.
“Come on, Harp—"
“Harper Quinn!” The principal shouts my name.
\jump away from Easton.
Wait, why is he calling my name? Everyone's cheering, and Sadie rushes to my side, dancing like a lunatic.
What the hell is going on? “YOU WON Sadie shouts.
“Get your crown, bitch!” “What? I glance at the stage where our principal looks bored out of his mind as he holds up a gorgeous little silver tiara.
Wait.
That's mine? “Gol” Sadie shoves me while Easton winks.
Stunned, I walk to the stage, past everyone clapping.
Is this really happening? I half expect Aisha to trip me when I walk by her and Blake.
Instead, she just looks pissed and hurt like I stole something from her, then again, I stole Easton, and now I was putting on what she thought was her crown.
I smile to myself.
I can't help it.
And when I get on stage, and the crown’s placed on my head, I smile brighter.
Because Easton’s name is next, I just know it.
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