You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176 

Easton

 I'm heading towards Harper and Blake when I see him lean in, as if that motherfucker is going in for a kiss with my girlfriend.

What.

The.

Fuck.

I see red.

I break out into a full run, grabbing the back of Blake's shirt as soon as I get close, and yanking him away from Harper.

She's staring at me as if she's in shock, a horrified expression on her face.

“Easton,’ she breathes.

I point at her.

"Don't move"

I turn on Blake whose facing me with a furious expression on his face, his right hand in a fist as if he's going to throw it at me.

"What the fuck, man? Why are you making moves on my girl?" My voice is loud enough that it carries across the pool and beyond, and I realize quick we have an audience.

Fuck.

"I wasn't making moves on Harp.” Blake lurches to the left, nearly collapsing and I jump forward, grabbing hold of his arm to keep him from falling.

“I just—I'm in a mood"

“You're drunk.” "It's not just that.” He shakes his head, his gaze distressed.

"Don't you miss how things used to be?" The music starts back up, a popular rap song playing at top volume and I take a step forward so we can hear each other.

"Things change, bro. We grow up. And we can't stop it from happening either"

"I know"

Blake hangs his head, looking sad as hell.

"I just miss how we used to be.

When it was just me, you and Ryan and we'd hang out all the time.

Get into trouble.

Remember when you used to fuck around with Leigh?" I frown, hating that he brought that bitch up.

"I don't want to talk about her"

"I know. Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I should've never brought this shit up. My bad"

He turns, ready to leave but I grab hold of his arm yet again, stopping him.

“I miss the good times we had too,” I admit, wanting him to know that despite everything, I still care about him.

Blake was one of my best friends for a long time.

I still consider him a friend, but he's right.

Things have changed and we've grown up.

It will never be the same between any of us again.

Especially when he's trying to make a move on my damn girlfriend.

"Do you?" Blake's gaze turns hopeful.

"We should hang out more.

I'll be leaving for college soon.’ "So will I” I remind him, wrinkling my nose when he sways closer.

The dude smells like a liquor cabinet.

"And we won't be so far from each other either.

We should plan on hanging out"

“We'll still be a couple of hours away from each other"

"That's close enough.” Out of nowhere Blake grabs hold of me, pulling me in for a hug.

"I'm going to miss you so much, man.

You were one of my best friends.

I feel bad for everything I've done"

“What have you done?" I ask, my voice muffled by his shoulder.

“You're a lucky man, having Harper in your life,” Blake continues.

"! don't want you to hate me"

"I don't hate you"