You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Easton

Winter break is upon us and I swear to God, I can breathe easier.

Helps that finals are over, and my girlfriend isn't so damn stressed out all the time.

Helps even more that her parents have loosened the leash they latched onto her after the Christmas tree incident, and they're letting her go out more.

Not too sure if she's telling them she's actually going out with me, though.

That's something I need to bring up to her soon, but for now, I'll take her any way I can get her.

As long as she's in a good mood.

And finally, she is.

Soam I. I pull into the gas station that's not too far from campus and park next to a pump.

The place is busy, full of cars and I notice the one parked on the other side of the pump I'm at.

It's familiar, and as I'm inserting my credit card into the machine, I notice the passenger seat and the backseat are full of boxes and belongings.

Like someone is moving.

Once I've got the gas situation handled, I lean against my car and wait for the tank to fill, checking my phone.

We're going to the movies and we're meeting at the theater, since Harper isn't ready to bring me back around the parents yet. I'm a little hurt over it, but I also understand.

I mean, their mom did catch me going down on their daughter, and that is some fucked up shit right there.

I'd rather pretend the moment never happened. Wipe that shit from my brain once and for all, but I know the next time I see their mom, it's going to be there, hovering between us.

Fuck my life, that was messed up. I scratch the back of my neck, my gaze snagging on the woman approaching the car full of stuff.

Her walk, the color of her hair, everything about her is familiar and I know in an instant who it is.

Leigh.

She spots me, a sneer forming on her face as she rolls her eyes. "You would be the last person I have to see before I leave this godforsaken town."

I slouch against the car, pretending I could give two shits about seeing her, though I can't help but be curious. "You're leaving?”

Leigh must've had to pay inside, because she's undoing her gas cap with jerky movements and shoving the gas pump nozzle into her tank so roughly the car rocks. “More like I'm being forced out.”

I don't feel bad for her. Not one bit. She's a conniving little bitch who used me. At least I was able to use her too. "You get fired?”

“No, thanks to you,’ she mutters. “I had nothing to do with that. I didn't tell them shit.”

Why I feel the need to reveal that to her, I don't know. "Sure."