You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 8

 Chapter 8

Easton

Everyone is talking about Ryan’s party when we return to school Monday morning. That’s because anyone who’s anyone was there, rumors swirling through the hallways and throughout my first period class about who got the drunkest, the sickest, who hooked up in Ryan’s parents’ bed.

I only remember one thing from the night

The girl I kissed in the bathroom.

The rest is one big blur.

But I remember every detail about that deliciously curvy waist and the softness of her skin and the way her lips had melded to mine. And since waking up with a whopping hangover the next morning, I’ve been trying to recall every chick who was at the party, comparing them to my memory of her. I don’t understand why this girl is such a mystery

She must be somewhere in this school and I’m going to find her.

That should be easy. There are only two kinds of girls who attend Washington High- ones that disgust me and are not my type at all, and ones I’ve already been

with.

Since I’m on the hunt, I make sure to look at both categories while I’m passing them in the hallway.

By lunch, I haven’t made any progress, and I join the guys in the cafeteria, filling my tray with a few slices of pizza and a drink before I take a seat between Ryan and Blake.

“I’m still feeling like death,” Blake says, staring at his bowl of French fries, not putting a single one in his mouth. “I had Rebecca stop by my place yesterday afternoon and her deep throating couldn’t even take this headache away.”

“Damn.” I bite into the pepperoni slice. “I was feeling pretty rough yesterday afternoon, too, but getting some head would have helped.”

I think of mystery girl’s lips, how they would feel sucking around my tip and lowering down my shaft.

Fuck.

“Tell me about it,” Blake replies. “And that chick has a mouth like a vacuum, but I was doing everything I could not to throw up.”

My cell vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out, seeing a text from my father, letting me know he’s taking my mother away this weekend,

and I’ll be home alone. “Hey,” I say, tapping the screen to pull up a calendar, “isn’t Saturday Halloween?”

“I think so, why?” Blake says.

I glance up from my phone, a smile moving over my face. “Mom and Dad are going out of town. Guess who’s having a party?”

“Oh, hell yes,” Ryan replies. “But what about your brothers? Will they be stopping by to make sure that’s not what you’re doing?”

Both are older than me and work with my father at his law firm, footsteps that I’m supposed to follow. The pressure my dad puts

on me every day is more than want to carry

“Nah,” I answer. “T’ll tell them I’m staying at your place, so there’s no reason for them to pop in.”

“I like this idea,” Blake says. “A lot.”

I write out a quick text, shooting it off to the important people in our class, making sure everyone knows about the plan, and I take another bite of my pizza.

“I’ve got an idea,” Blake says. “Why not make it a costume party?”

I swallow, wiping my mouth. “For

real?”

“Yeah, why not. Can you imagine

how the girls will dress? How much tits and ass will be on display?”

“Girls love any reason to put on a costume,” Ryan agrees.

“Which usually looks more like lingerie,” Blake says, his eyes closing, like he’s dreaming about it already. “All those hotties under one roof, it’s going to be the fucking playboy mansion at your

crib.”

“I’m sold.” I take out my phone and type up another message, letting the group know to wear costumes.

I wonder if mystery girl will hear about the party and attend and