Chapter 22


    Easton


    It’ste and I’m in bed, but I can’t sleep. My head is filled with thoughts of Harper. Memories of Harper.


    I think back on the night at the twins house, when the lights went out and I was in the bathroom with


    her. Her silky smooth skin beneath my hands. Her sweet, soft lips on mine.


    The Halloween party and the kiss we shared then was just as mind blowing. Maybe even more so,


    because it wasn’t just a one shot deal. We kissed again and it was


    just as good as the first time even better, actually. She’s so damn responsive. And curvy. When I


    touched her, it felt as if I was touching a woman. Not some scrawny girl with tits.


    A real, actual woman.


    I clench my hands into fists, telling myself I’m not interested. I don’t even like her. I’m not attracted to


    her. Not at all. She’s not my type. I sort of hate her. She definitely hates me. I taunt her and I don’t even


    know why.


    Then I recall the moment in the janitor’s closet. I can’t even me that incident on thinking she was my


    mystery girl. Nope, I knew


    exactly who I was dealing with, and I still slipped my hands in her panties and made here in


    freaking minutes.


    I barely had to do anything. The moment my fingers made contact with her pussy, I realized she was


    soaked. As if my mere presence alone aroused her.


    That could be the case, which is wild. Why would she want me when she hates me?


    Why do I want her when I hate her?


    Grabbing my phone, I start to scroll, but social media bores me. I’ve looked at everything I could see


    tonight. Everyone’s stories and


    posts, showcasing their mundane lives. I’m over it. Over high school. Over this stage in my life. I’m


    ready to move on and do something new.


    I still have seven months to go before we even graduate. That feels like forever


    Without thought I open Instagram and go into the search bar. I type in Harper’s name and find her


    profile. Of course it’s private. And of course she doesn’t have a request to follow me.


    Squinting, I try to make out her profile photo but I can’t tell what’s happening. So I do the next best


    thing.


    I screenshot that bitch and blow it up so I can actually see it.


    It’s a photo of her and Sadie, both of them smiling. I can give it to Harper-she looks pretty. Her hair is


    down and her eyes are sparkling and she has nice teeth. My gaze drops to her chest, the way her T


    shirt strains against her tits and I can admit she has a nice body.


    I can admit a lot of things, but I will never admit I have feelings for this girl. Nope, no way.


    My finger taps at the bar, sending her a follow request and I swallow hard, fighting the urge to take it


    back.


    Toote now, motherfucker. What’s done is done.


    I toss my phone on the bed beside me and stare at the ceiling,


    contemting what I’ve just done. Within seconds my phone dings and I pick it up to see she’s


    epted my request.


    Well, hot damn.


    Eagerly I open IG once again and go straight to her profile. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have too many


    photos posted. They’re mostly of her and Sadie. There’s one of her and Ryan and their parents from a


    few years ago | can tell because Ryan is a shrimp and Harper’s tits are way smaller.


    I get a notification that Harper followed me as well and I immediately go into my DMs to send her a


    message.


    Me: This means nothing.


    Harper: Sure.


    Me: Seriously. I was just curious.


    Harper: About what?


    She’s quiet after that revtion and I feel like I said too much, too soon. Why would I tell her I’m


    curious about her?


    Harper: I don’t understand you.


    Good to know. I don’t understand


    me either.


    Me: Are you ever going to admit you’re the one I kissed in the bathroom and at the Halloween


    party?


    Harper: It wasn’t me.


    Me: You’re a liar. I knew it the moment I touched you in the closet today. I’d recognize that body


    anywhere.


    Harper: You hate me.


    Me: Not when I have my hands on you.


    She’s quiet again. I think I’m freaking her out.


    Well too damn bad. She freaks me


    out too.


    A few minutester, she finally replies.


    Harper: We can’t keep doing this.


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    Me: Why not?


    Harper: We can’t stand each other. You think I’m pathetic. Remember?


    I hate having my words thrown back in my face.


    Me: I’m a prick. You bring out the worst in me.


    Harper: And that right there is why we shouldn’t continue what we’ve been doing. You have no interest


    in me and you never will. You just see me as a piece of ass. I’m not


    going to let you use me.


    I sit up in bed, the sheet puddling around my waist as I type furiously.


    Me: We don’t have to tell anyone what we’re doing. I know you like it. You’re attracted to me.


    Harper: I won’t be your dirty little secret.


    Me: Come on, H. Don’t get shy on me now. We could have fun together.


    Harper: Good night Easton.


    Me: Wait. Let me exin.


    Me: Seriously, hear me out.


    Me: Harper?


    Me: Harper!