You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Easton

We're exiting the bus in one of the giant Disneyland parking lots when Ryan grabs hold of my arm and pulls me aside.

“I brought something,’ he says, holding up his backpack.

“Like what?” Knowing him, he packed some extra good snacks, which we're allowed to have so it's no big deal.

Don't know why he didn't bust them out while we were still on the bus, but whatever.

“This.” He unzips the top of his backpack, opening it up and revealing what's inside.

At first I see nothing, but then my eyes adjust to the light and it becomes super obvious.

The dumbass I brought a small baggie of fuckin’ weed.

“Seriously?” I push his backpack closed and shove it into his chest.

“They catch us with that, we're done for.

No walking at graduation.

No nothing.

Your parents will kill you.” And mine will kill me.

Definitely not worth the risk.

Ryan clutches his backpack to him, rolling his eyes.

"Give me a break.

We can smoke out behind the bus, just pass the joint between us for a few puffs.

No biggie.

It'll be epic.” “You have joints in there too?” How much weed did the guy bring with him? Ryan nods, looking real pleased with himself.

“Let's get the girls and go around to the other side of the bus before they start looking for us.” They're still unloading the buses, and it's going to be a while until everything is under semi—control and they can corral us to the park.

So like a dumbass, I fall into line and follow Ryan everywhere he goes.

And I'm not a follower.

I never have been.

But I wouldn't mind a couple of hits off that joint to mellow me out.

I've been amped up ever since Harper and I had that conversation about who could be the one who's spray painting shitty messages about my girl everywhere we are.

It really could be anyone.

I know she doesn't believe it's Aisha, but I think she's wrong.

That bitch doesn't give a shit about anyone but herself.

It gives her some sort of sick thrill, bashing Harper anonymously.

What the fuck ever.

Ryan grabs Sadie and Harper and we go to the far side of the bus, away from everyone.

We form a tight circle facing inward, no one able to see what the hell we're doing as Ryan brings out a joint and a lighter and sparks one up.

"Going vintage today,’ he says before he brings it to his lip and takes a deep drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before he lets it out.

"Nice."

“Hand it over, I say, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one's nearby.

“I can't believe you guys!"

Harper squeaks, her eyes wide with panic.