You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
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.
Harper, so why would Aisha-or anyone-be so
Ryan. “I need your notes from English class, so I can write that
the last of the paint. “If you wanted them that bad, you should have
car,” I remind him. “And definitely
“Thanks, asshole,” he replies as I head to my
parked.
her and her friend to catch up to me, her pace increasing as
see is
a few steps away. She nods
“Now?”
Aisha saying, “What, suddenly you don’t drink on
with homework since I
eyes narrow. “With who? I talked to you last night you
every change, every reaction.
“That’s it?”
me and it’s not going to work. “Who else do
shrugs. “Can’t a
doing, then yes. But Aisha is the possessive type and she’s doing far more than
have fun,” I tell them, and I turn toward my
you sure I can’t convince
shake my head. “I have a paper to write
our entire senior class. Three hundred cash and she’ll have it
reach the driver’s side door, thinking about Aisha’s suggestion. I’ve heard Julie offers that service and earns everyone A’s, but I’ve never hired her
It’s tempting.
is the furthest thing from my mind right
do that for
the cash and it’ll be done before dinner time.” She looks at Aisha, words silently passing between them.
surprise me one
“Deal,” I tell them
me home?” Aisha
need to do first. But I’ll be over
me. “Oh,
driver’s seat and pull up to Ryan, who’s
in his voice. “I’ve got this after school thing I have
go to Aisha’s with
early. But that’s only half the reason I’m asking. The other half