You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Easton

I’m a dick.

I hold her all night and go to school the next day pretending like nothing happened. Her locker is back to normal though I have a bad feeling it’s just going to get worse if she’s seen with me and I’m still pissed that I don’t know who took it upon themselves to be an asshole to Harper of all people.

A small annoying voice inside me says that I’m an asshole enough for her to actually suspect me, but I ignore it, just like the feeling of want every time she walks by smelling like fucking sunshine and the tropics.

I know I’m in a shit mood.

Ryan points it out to me several times and asks if I’m hung over to which I want to reply yeah, from your sister.

That would be a shit show.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She’s not even that pretty!

Lie.

I scowl and look down at my phone in annoyance. It’s dying and all I want to know is if she’s okay, where the hell she’s at and shit I’m acting like such a pussy right now. Ryan’s furiously texting someone like his thumbs are gonna fall off if he doesn’t send it fast enough. “Yo, can I borrow your phone?”

“Huh?” He doesn’t look up. “You have a phone, it’s in your hand.”

I wave it at him knowing he won’t look up. “Battery almost died, I just need to look up the score from the game last night.”

“What game?” He frowns at his screen, damn it just give me your phone!

“The basketball game.” Surely there was one on last night right?

He sighs. “Hold up.”

Seconds later I have his phone while he’s digging into his lunch and pulling out candy and a Coke..

A minute after that I’m texting her from his phone, and using his battery to charge mine so I can at least have a bit of juice.

It’s almost too easy.

A few minutes go by as I wait for her text.

Nothing.

Its’ her fault anyway, I would have charged my phone had I actually stayed in my room last night rather than pulling her greedily into my arms and trying not to kiss her again.

“Thanks man.” I hand his phone back to him and stand.

Lunch is almost over. I haven’t seen Harper the entire lunch period but assume that she’s out doing what nerdy girls do-studying.

I hate that my eyes keep searching for her and look down at my phone.

Me: Harper…Where are you?

Little bubbles pop up right away, then disappear. It’s slow torture as I wait for her to at least send me a middle finger emoji.

H: I’m in the library.

Hlaugh. Of course she is.

H: With Blake…

Nope!

I trip over my own feet in an effort to sprint out of the cafeteria and down the hall into the library. What the hell is she doing with Blake of all people? The guy should still be high from last night.

And again.

There were rules about this sort of thing.

The more I think about it the angrier I get, until I’m jerking open the library doors and stomping towards their table. Both of their heads are leaning in as she points at her

book

The guy has a near perfect GPA, no way is he actually using her as a tutor.

“Thanks,” I hear him say, then glance up and smile. “I needed a good idea for his present and my brain is fried.”

“Stop with the weed.” She smiles. “You’re just killing brain cells.”

He laughs. “I have some to spare.”

“Do you though?” I interject fully looking like a jealous idiot. “What’s going on?”

“Oh.” Harper blushes. “It’s Ryan’s birthday soon and Blake wants to earn extra friend points by getting him something better than you.”

I gawk. “And you’re helping him?”

“He bought me coffee.” She smiles.

The only response I can think of is, who gave you orgasms yesterday? Me.

I’m the mother fucking winner in this scenario.

You’re. Welcome.

Instead I just stand there like an idiot. “That means it’s your birthday soon.”

Blake slowly claps and stands. “He’s so good at math.”

I flip him off, today is so not the day to piss me off, not after touching her, being

I trip over my own feet in an effort to sprint out of the cafeteria and down the hall into the library. What the hell is she doing with Blake of all people? The guy should still be high from last night.

And again.

There were rules about this sort of thing.

“I owe you.” Blake says. “How about dinner?”

“Dinner.” He shoves his hands into his black joggers. “As a thank you, I’ll take you to dinner, will only stare at your tits like twice while lying about being lost in your eyes and will attempt to feed you without grabbing your ass.”