Chapter 52
Harper
Easton whirls around when he feels me touch his arm, his blue eyes widening in surprise that I’m the one standing next to him. Confusion fills his gaze and he glances toward Blake, who I was with only seconds ago.
I couldn’t take it anymore, pretending Blake was a sufficient substitute. And it definitely didn’t feel right with his arm around my shoulders, as if he was trying to claim me when he’s not the one I want.
That’s why I ran to Easton. It killed me, witnessing the agony on his face while Blake yelled at him. My brother may be watching us, as well as the rest of the entire school, but I don’t care.
I want to be with Easton.
But does he want to be with me?
“Say it,” I whisper, fear gripping me. “If you can’t tell my brother you want to be with me, I can’t keep doing this.”
He blinks at me, his lips parting and my heart stalls in my throat.
What if he tells Ryan he doesn’t want to be with me? What then?
“Get your pretty ass over here, Harper!” Blake bellows. “Show that asshole who vou really want!”
“Shut the hell up, Blake!” Ryan yells.
A trickle of relief flows through me at my brother’s words, but Easton still hasn’t said a damn word.
Dread curdling in my stomach, I stand a little taller.
“What’ll it be?” I ask, my voice low so no one else can hear me. “Do you want to be with me? Because I refuse to be your dirty little secret.”
“Harper.” He breathes out my name, taking a step closer, and I don’t retreat. He reaches up to lightly touch my face and my eyes fall shut, savoring the sensation of his fingers on my skin.
He immediately drops his hand and I open my eyes, watching as he looks over at Blake, who’s positively fuming, and then my brother. His two closest friends, yet here I am, like I’m coming in between all of them.
“Ryan, I can’t let Harper walk out of my life,” Easton says, his voice strong. Everyone can hear him. “I just-I can’t. I care about your sister a lot.”
My heart swells as he sends me an unsure look, his expression – petrified. I grab his hand and pull him to me, his arms automatically going around my waist as he kisses me.
In front of everyone.
The entire parking lot.
Hell, probably the entire school.
The kiss is hard, as if he’s proving a point, and in a way, I guess he is.
“What the actual fuck?” Ryan yells.
“Finally!” Sadie squeals.
“Fuck you, Easton!”
This comes from Blake.
I don’t care what anyone is saying. I’m wrapped up in Easton’s arms and he’s so warm despite the rain. His kiss is drugging, lulling me into a trance with every stroke of his tongue. Until I finally have to pull away before things become too heated, noting the dazed look on his face.
I’m sure I look exactly the same way.
“You said it,” I murmur. “You told my brother.”
“I can’t lose you.” Leaning in, he presses his forehead to mine, staring into my eyes. “And you’re not my dirty little secret.”
My smile is huge. I can feel it stretching my lips as I slip my arms around his neck and
tangle my fingers into his damp hair. “Oh my God.”
He’s staring at us, his face red, his eyes blazing with fury.
“Such fuckin’ bullshit and you know it. You just hate to lose.” Blake thrusts his finger at us. “He’s going to use you up and spit you out, baby girl. And when it’s all said and done, don’t bother running back to me, looking for comfort. The only thing I’ll say to you is, ‘l told you so’.”
Easton glances down at me, his brows rising. “Were you?”
“Oh come on, Easton.” I laugh, but it’s shaky. “You’re exaggerating.”.
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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....