You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Easton

I don’t know who I want to hurt more. The person responsible for vandalizing Ryan and Sadie’s cars-assuming it’s also who graffitied Harper’s locker-or Blake for coming to Harper’s rescue the moment she stepped foot in the parking lot.

Or fucking Harper for getting into Blake’s car.

Doesn’t she know his intentions are bullshit? That all he wants is to get inside her pants, and then he’ll never talk to her again?

I know she enjoys the attention.

But Blake?

She deserves someone who’s going to worship her body and he’s not that guy.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Ryan growl, “Who the fuck did this?” He’s still scrubbing the paint off his windshield. “I let the first time slide, thinking maybe it was an accident and they pegged the wrong locker. But this is no accident.” He drops the rag on the ground and grabs a clean one. “And I’m ready to kill someone.”

I twirl my keys around my finger, watching Blake’s Mustang drive out of the parking lot. “I don’t know who it could be.” Knowing Harper’s perfect, tight ass is sitting on the seat next to Blake makes my fist clench around the keyring. “But I want to find

out.”

“Who the hell did she piss off so badly?”

Since seeing the damage, the same question has been haunting me. Faces of each girl in our class has been flipping through my brain, hoping to piece this together.

“Man -” I run my hand through my hair. “I don’t even have a guess.”

Something by the mouth of the parking lot catches my attention.

More like someone.

A smiling, bouncy Aisha. Her best friend is walking with her, Aisha’s eyes glued to me, her grin moving into a smirk.

One that I don’t trust.

It can’t be her · can it?

I know she has a crazy side. We‘ve gone to school together since we were young kids and she’s the type to go after what she wants.

At the moment, that’s me.

But no one knows about Harper, so why would Aisha-or anyone-be so vindictive?

I look away from the girls and turn to Ryan. “I need your notes from English class, so I can write that paper tonight.”

He finishes washing off the last of the paint. “If you wanted them that bad, you should have grabbed a cloth and helped me clean.”

“Not my car,” I remind him. “And definitely not my sister.”

: “Thanks, asshole,” he replies as I head to my car, the same row in which Aisha is

parked.

I stall, waiting for her and her friend to catch up to me, her pace increasing as she sees me waiting.

What she doesn’t see is my agenda.

“Where are you headed?” she asks when she’s a few steps away. She nods at her friend. “Julie’s sister scored us a bottle of vodka, want in?”

“Now?”

They both laugh, Aisha saying, “What, suddenly you don’t drink on school nights?”

“No, I’m just slammed with homework since I drank last night.”

Her eyes narrow. “With who? I talked to you last night you didn’t mention you were drinking.”

I keep my focus on her eyes, assessing every change, every reaction. “Ryan stopped by, then Blake.”

“That’s it?”

She’s goading me and it’s not going to work. “Who else do you think would come over?”

She shrugs. “Can’t a girl wonder?”

If that’s all she’s doing, then yes. But Aisha is the possessive type and she’s doing far more than just wondering.

“You girls have fun,” I tell them, and I turn toward my car.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to join us?” Aisha asks.

Especially since homework is the furthest thing from my mind right now.

“There’s a few things I need to do first. But I’ll be over later, don’t you worry.”