Chapter 16


    Easton


    “…so then I was like, girl, you could literally blow me right here and now and I’d still -” ke punches


    me in the shoulder. “Are you even listening?”


    “Huh? What?” I drop the fry back onto my te and shove it away. “Sorry, I was just thinking about…” I


    gulp. “History.”


    ke snorts out augh. “You’re not even in a history ss this year.”


    “No, no, not that sort of history.” I used to be great at lying. What the hell is wrong with me? “Wars and


    things.”


    “Wars?” ke repeats. “Things?” He leans in and whispers, “Did you smoke a bit before you came in


    or something?”


    “No.” I shove him away. “I’m not stupid.”


    “And, yet, here you are, thinking about wars and things.” Heughs again, then turns when Ryan ms


    his tray onto the table and starts shooting murderous res across the cafeteria. “You good?”


    “No.” Ryan snaps. “I’m not good.”


    “Couldn’t tell by the way you’re


    beating the shit out of your lunch…” ke whistles under his breath. “Girl problems? Sadie problems?”


    My ears immediately perk up. Sadie. She’s been with Harper most of the day, and every time see her, I


    convince myself I’m actually going crazy.


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    Sadie looks nothing like my mystery girl.


    She’s too tall.


    Too thin, model thin, not the type of curves my hands are addicted to, not the type of mouth my lips


    keep fixating on.


    A vision of Harper licking her lips


    floods my mind


    Damn it!


    I shove my own tray away, ready to break it over ke’s head.


    “So, one of you is thinking about war, and the other looks like he’s going to be in one.” He follows


    Ryan’s gaze. “Ohhhhhh, is this about Harper looking hot as hell today?”


    “Say that again and I’m shoving this tray down your throat.” Ryan pounds the table with his fist, making


    the silverware and trays


    jump.


    See? She’s nothing but trouble!


    I tell myself not to look over my shoulder.


    I also tell myself it would be a horrible idea to make eye contact, because then I’ll probably end up


    staring at her mouth again, which would make me look at her outfit, which would then, for whatever sick


    reason, make it harder not to think about it in the future.


    Maybe I need sex


    Yeah, that’s it.


    That’s all this is!


    My imagination conjures up visions of Harper because my body iscking the contact with mystery girl.


    Damn it, I should have thought of that sooner.


    Feeling better, I do finally turn and look.


    I instantly have more regrets than 1 can count.


    When I’d been walking down the hall earlier, I’d tried not to stare too hard, so I hadn’t really seen her


    face. I’d only noticed she’d worn clothes that weren’t made out of tent material and that for some


    reason my dick liked it.


    I sat through my English ss wondering if it was that vision of Harper that had me so hard. Or was it


    the fact that Aisha kept


    turning around, asking me questions, trying to distract me with her super low cut shirt that showed off


    her tits?


    Well, at least now I know.


    As always my dick has perfect timing. Not. Especially since I was sitting right next to ke and


    Ryan.


    Really. Just, great timing.


    The anger from before came back full force. What the hell is Harper even thinking? So, she puts on


    some makeup and better clothes and now she thinks she’s as popr as Ryan? Now she can hang?


    Now guys can date her?


    It changes nothing.


    Some punk sophomore looks ready to pass out as he saunters up to the table and tries to sit with her


    and Sadie.


    Ryan’s instantly on his feet.


    Shit.


    Me and ke have no choice but to follow him as we weave through the tables and finally make it to


    theirs.


    The kid has made the awful choice of sitting next to Harper and when he looks up at us, I’m surprised


    he hasn’t already shit himself.


    He instantly pales, then jumps to


    his feet. “H-hey, Ryan. I just had a math question.”


    “Math’s hard,” Ryan says through clenched teeth. “Deal with it and while you’re at it, go before I beat


    your ass.” He points at the door.


    The cafeteria goes silent as Ryan and Harper have a twin stare off.


    “Why’d you do that?” Sadie pops a fruit snack into her mouth, like that sophomore boy isn’t going to die


    later today if Ryan finds him. “He was sorta cute, right Harper?”


    My eyes drill into Harper right along with Ryan’s, surprised when ke sits next to Sadie and steals her


    fruit snacks, then gives Harper


    Soon enough, the noise is back and I’m staring at the doors.


    And, then, my feet are somehow carrying me toward them.


    Whatever they’re doing, it’s their business.


    Not mine.


    But I don’t stop walking until I’m through the doors, standing outside where Ryan is currently pacing in


    front of Harper while she crosses her arms like his protective brother speech is the most boring thing


    she’s ever


    heard.


    I don’t realize I snort out a disgustedugh until they both


    look my way. Harper tilts her chin in just enough of a challenge that I want to mock her bravery. Really?


    This girl just keeps getting bolder and bolder.


    I ignore the way my chest tightens with something like pride.


    “Don’t waste your time, Ryan.” The wordse out before I can stop them. “A little costume doesn’t


    hide the fact that it’s Harper, it also can’t hide the horrible personality either. Let’s go shoot some


    hoops.”


    I grab his arm and don’t look back.


    I do, however, feel her re the entire time I walk away and


    stupidly wonder if she can feel my heart pound in my chest the way! feel her icy stare obliterate my


    every step.