You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Easton The sound of my phone wakes me up.

Not the alarm that is set, giving me just enough time to shower and drive to school.

This is non—stop notifications— Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, texts—all going off at the same time.

There's so much buzzing, the vibration almost knocks the phone off my nightstand.

Still half asleep, | grab the phone and quickly scroll through the messages, trying to figure out what's going on.

It's too fucking early for something dramatic to have happened, I'm sure of that.

Except I'm wrong.

The second | see the Instagram post I'm tagged in, my back shoots up straight from bed, the blanket falls from my chest, my lips part as anger bolts through my body.

It's from WHGOSSIP, the account that was opened my freshman year, ran by someone at our school who loves to spread malicious rumors.

They've been quiet since the school year started, but now they have a tip to share, which has been posted to their main feed.

Atip that's all about me.

WHGOSSIP: Good morning, Washington High.

My gossip spies have been hard at work and have come across something deliciously scandalous.

You all know the perfect couple we've been seeing walk the halls.

Yes, I'm talking about the big man on campus and his favorite WHORE.

Well, it looks like things between them aren't as perfect as they seem.

We all know animals can't be tamed ...

Who's the mistress? None other than Mrs.

Scott.

Yes, friends, our school administrator is sleeping with the most popular guy at school, and he paid a visit to her house last night.

| wonder if she's teaching him about anatomy ...

even though he had plenty of experience on the subject long before the WHORE and Mrs.

Scott came into his life.

If you need proof, head on over to my Snapchat, there's a nice little photo of his Jeep parked outside her house.

Hey, WHORE, did you know he was sleeping with the school administrator or are you as surprised as us? Smooches, WHGOSSIP With hands that won't stop shaking, I click on WHGOSSIP’s Snapchat account and see the photo of my Jeep parked outside her house.

It doesn't prove | did anything.

It certainly doesn't show me fucking her.

But it reveals enough, and my phone won't stop exploding with texts.

Ryan: | hope to fuck this isn‘t true ...

Julia: Damn, boy.

DAMN.

Leigh: Call me right now! Aisha: | knew you were fucking around on her, Harper has to be a dead fish in bed, but with HER— Mrs.

Scott—now that's a surprise.

Too bad it wasn't with me...

Ryan: You've got some fucking balls, you know that! Blake: | told Harper not to date you.

Going back for seconds with Mrs.

Scott, you sick motherfucker.

Hunter: Nice, man! So are her tits real? Parker: Hunter and | have a hundred bucks on whether you fucked her anal.

Come on, spill the news.

You fucked her in the ass, didn't you? Rachel: You really have slept with the whole school, haven't you lol Ryan: You're not going to write me back, asshole? Goddamn it! Whoever did this, whoever sent that photo, whoever shared it, I'm going to kill all of them.

| can't look at any more messages, this shit is completely out of control.

The second | toss my phone on the bed, getting it out of my sight, it starts ringing.

Hoping it's Harper, | grab it again and Leigh's name is on the screen.

| don't want to answer, but | get the feeling she'll keep calling until she reaches me.