You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Easton

I’m irritated at school again.

Big surprise.

Everyone is annoying me, from Aisha attempting to grab my ass twice to Julia tossing my paper in my face and saying asshole under her breath as if she’s this perfect princess who didn’t literally ask for sex in exchange for what? Two pages?

Isn’t that prostitution? Damn close if you ask me.

Plus, Blake said Julia’s a stage five clinger. He took her to prom last year, and it was like he proposed–she told her mom he was the one.

I’ve never seen Blake so terrified in my entire life.

That actually boosts my mood a bit.

I smile and grab my History book from my locker, slamming it shut to see Aisha standing there like a stalker, leaning with her arms crossed and her black and white cheer uniform standing out against the gold lettering stretched across her tits.

“You going to the pep rally?” She reaches for me, her red fingernails pick at something on the front of my shirt, and then she runs her hand down my shoulder.

Her excuse of innocently touching me falls flat, but just as she’s ready to move her hand, Harper turns the corner and stares at us.

I know it’s a dick move, that I should push Aisha away to prove that there’s literally nothing going on, or even use it as a way to make Harper feel like shit for assuming the worst of me.

But I can’t do it, my pride won’t let me, and I’m still pissed that she told me to delete her number. Who the hell does she think she is?

I grab Aisha’s hand before she can pull away. It’s clammy, cold, the exact opposite of Harper, and the way her skin seems to burn beneath my fingertips.

I’m thinking of Harper but staring at Aisha, holding Aisha’s hand as my cock presses against my fly.

I imagine shoving Harper against the locker and lifting her ass with my hands, tearing at her clothes and doing it in front of everyone, staking my claim like a wild animal.

Aisha grips my hand and then leans into me. “You okay, baby? You seem distracted.”

“I’m good.” I rub my thumb across her hand. “And I wouldn’t miss it. The pep rally.” Harper walks by us as I lean in and whisper. “Remember the time I rubbed one out when you were doing that hip thrust thing to Drake last year.”

Aisha swats my chest playfully. “You’re so evil! I can’t believe you did that in the school restroom.”

“I couldn’t wait.” I lie, really I’d been semi-drunk, horny, and didn’t want to touch her, but as the drinks got heavier at the party that night, somehow Ryan had made my story into this epic event like I saw Aisha dancing and just couldn’t control myself.

Harper storms past us like her ass is on fire.

I feel like shit and start to push Aisha away again when I see Blake out of the corner of my eye. He sweeps in literally and lifts Harper off the ground, spinning her around.

Suddenly she’s smiling.

Then laughing.

I scowl as she makes eye contact with me. Blake is completely oblivious. Harper slides down his body too slow… so slow there’s no way she can’t feel his dick.

What the hell?

When did Blake start flirting so hard with her?

He whispers something in her ear. She smiles again.

I’m going to kill him.

Thank God the bell rings.

Normally I’d be in a good mood because History is one of the only classes that I sit next to Blake in, meaning we can fuck around for a near hour of boredom. Not today.

Today I may just set his desk on fire.

He releases Harper, she goes in the opposite direction.

I ignore Blake and stomp into the class and sit.

He casually sits next to me, putting his feet up on the desk in front of him and leaning back like he doesn’t give a shit.

My eyes narrow. “You and Harper seem to be getting close pretty fast.”

His smirk hits me square in the chest as he slowly turns. His stupid man bun looks like he got fucking styled today for the Grammys, hell between that, the pierced ears, sharp cheekbones and “eyes” girl always drool over, I’m suddenly seeing him in a different light and feeling sick as fuck to my stomach.

“Yup.” He turns. “Feeling threatened?”

“No.” | scowl. Yes. “I’ll enjoy watching Ryan bury you alive.”

He laughs. “The only way he’d know I was even going for her would be if you told him…” His eyes flash. “Are you gonna tell him?”

“What the hell? You’re actually pursuing her?”