Chapter 69
Harper
Sadie and I are still chatting in the living room when we hear car engines pulling into the driveway. Then the slamming of car doors.
Sadie’s eyes widen and she turns toward the window that faces the front of the house. “Oh shit. Your brother’s here.” She hesitates. “And he brought Easton with him.”
My heart skips a beat. I’m both excited and angry, which is not a normal combination for me to experience. I want to see Easton, but I’m also still really mad at him for ditching me
for Ryan. I know they’re best friends but…
I jump to my feet at the same time the front door bangs open and Ryan and Easton walk
They’re angry. I can feel it radiate from the both of them, see it written all over their faces. And it’s super intimidating. They’re both so big and broad, their expressions fierce, jaws clenched, mouths grim.
Sadie remains frozen on the loveseat, as if she’s afraid to move and I stand there in front of the both of them, ready to face them down.
They don’t scare me.
Well, not really
“Where the hell were you?” I ask with way more bravado than I’m feeling, my gaze on
Easton.
Ryan takes a step toward me. “Harp, you need to sit down. We have to tell you something.”
“Blake did it,” Easton says without hesitation.
Ryan sends Easton an irritated look. “Nice. Real smooth.”
I frown, confused. “Did what?”
“The spray paint. Writing whore on the garage door. It was Blake.” Easton reaches behind him, pulling his phone out of his back pocket.
I’m shaking my head again and again, taking a step backward. Then another one, like! need the distance. “No. No way. I don’t believe it. He’s my friend, Easton. Blake would never do that to me.”
“It’s true.” Easton’s voice is grim as he thrusts the phone into my face, a shadowy photo on the screen. “We have proof.”
I squint, trying to make out what I’m seeing. “What is that?”
“Spray paint cans. All black. In the back of Blake’s car. He fucking did it, Harper. He’s responsible.”
My gaze goes to Sadie, who looks as horrified as I feel. “No, Impossible.”
“The cans were in his car. I spotted his SUV in a restaurant parking lot and I walked up to the car to make sure it was his before I went inside because I was going to chill with him, you know? But then I saw the cans.” Ryan shakes his head, disappointment in his gaze. “I called Easton.”
“That’s why I went to him. He wanted me to see the evidence,” Easton adds.
Disappointment and sadness crashes over me and my knees wobble. I can’t believe it. Blake’s my friend. He’s been nothing but nice to me. Sweet. I’m sure he was disappointed about me and Easton getting together, but Blake is a total player. He can find another girl to occupy his time. Not like he wanted anything serious from me anyway.
“He did it all” Easton continues. “The locker. The cars. The garage door. He’s responsible for all of it and I’m going to make that motherfucker pay.”
“Wait a minute.” Sadie holds up her hand as if she’s in class, and Easton goes silent. “The locker and car incidents were done with cheerleader paint.”
Ryan frowns. “Cheerleader paint? What the hell are you talking about?”
“I don’t know what you call it. It’s the paint they use for windows and whatever on game days,” Sadie explains.
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