Chapter 16
Easton
“…so then I was like, girl, you could literally blow me right here and now and I’d still -” Blake punches me in the shoulder. “Are you even listening?”
“Huh? What?” I drop the fry back onto my plate and shove it away. “Sorry, I was just thinking about…” I gulp. “History.”
Blake snorts out a laugh. “You’re not even in a history class this year.”
“No, no, not that sort of history.” I used to be great at lying. What the hell is wrong with me? “Wars and things.”
“Wars?” Blake repeats. “Things?” He leans in and whispers, “Did you smoke a bit before you came in or something?”
“No.” I shove him away. “I’m not stupid.”
“And, yet, here you are, thinking about wars and things.” He laughs again, then turns when Ryan slams his tray onto the table and starts shooting murderous glares across the cafeteria. “You good?”
“No.” Ryan snaps. “I’m not good.”
“Couldn’t tell by the way you’re
beating the shit out of your lunch…” Blake whistles under his breath. “Girl problems? Sadie problems?”
My ears immediately perk up. Sadie. She’s been with Harper most of the day, and every time see her, I convince myself I’m actually going crazy.
Sadie looks nothing like my mystery girl.
She’s too tall.
Too thin, model thin, not the type of curves my hands are addicted to, not the type of mouth my lips keep fixating on.
A vision of Harper licking her lips
floods my mind
Damn it!
I shove my own tray away, ready to break it over Blake’s head.
“So, one of you is thinking about war, and the other looks like he’s going to be in one.” He follows Ryan’s gaze. “Ohhhhhh, is this about Harper looking hot as hell today?”
“Say that again and I’m shoving this tray down your throat.” Ryan pounds the table with his fist, making the silverware and trays
jump.
See? She’s nothing but trouble!
I tell myself not to look over my shoulder.
I also tell myself it would be a horrible idea to make eye contact, because then I’ll probably end up staring at her mouth again, which would make me look at her outfit, which would then, for whatever sick reason, make it harder not to think about it in the future.
Maybe I need sex
Yeah, that’s it.
That’s all this is!
My imagination conjures up visions of Harper because my body is lacking the contact with mystery girl.
Damn it, I should have thought of that sooner.
Feeling better, I do finally turn and look.
I instantly have more regrets than 1 can count.
When I’d been walking down the hall earlier, I’d tried not to stare too hard, so I hadn’t really seen her face. I’d only noticed she’d worn clothes that weren’t made out of tent material and that for some reason my dick liked it.
He instantly pales, then jumps to
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Thank you for this book. I connected very much with Harper, although my happily ever after was years after high school and not someone I went to school with. I cried for Harpers pain, and the bullying she went through. (I went through that too) I cried for just how much Easton loved and tried to protect Harper..... heck I even wanted to jump into the pages to knock out Blake and Aisha.... (sad thing those people really do exist). I felt pride for Harper when she stood up for herself against Aisha. This book made me feel so many feelings. Thank you, and I'm so glad the happily ever after I was praying for from the start happened to that sweet, quiet, awkward, girl. Just thank you....