Chapter 24
Easton
I heard the rumors about Harper‘s vandalized locker at the beginning of first period. How someone
wrote slut on the front of it in ck spray paint-like what the fuck?
By the end of ss, I’m being called into the vice principal’s office. The serious expression on Mr.
Rose’s face tells me he means business, and he doesn’t even hesitate with his usation.
“Did you vandalize a locker this morning before school started?”
he asks.
I scoff, shocked he would think it’s me. “Absolutely not. Why the hell would I do that?”
The pointed look he sends me for cursing at him makes me want to say something else. Something
ruder. “Watch your mouth. And where were you on campus before the first bell rang?”
“Out in front of the school, like always am. I have witnesses if you need them to vouch for me.” I lean
back in my chair,pletely at ease.
“Let me look in your backpack.” Mr. Rose points at where it sits on
the floor.
“No.”
“Thave every right to search your belongings when you’re on school property.” He flicks his fingers.
“Give it to me. Now.”
Without a word I hand over my backpack and he settles it on top of his desk before he zips it open,
rifling through my things. Irritation fills me but I’m confident he won’t find shit. I don’t even know what
he’s looking for. A spray paint can? The person who actually did this would have to be aplete idiot
to walk around with the evidence still on them.
“Looks like there’s nothing.” Mr. Rose says once he’s finished and gives it back over to me.
“Want to search my car? I can guarantee there’s nothing incriminating in there either,” I say.
“Not yet,” Mr. Rose says, which sets off a fresh wave of annoyance.
“Why do you think I did it?”
“Your name was mentioned in the list of suspects,” Mr. Rose says.
Irritation is reced by full flown anger. Did Harper actually believe ! would do something so awful to
her? What kind of asshole does she think I am?
chutz “Do you still think I did it?” I rise to my feet, slinging my backpack onto my shoulder
“I’m not sure, so be prepared to get called back in,” Mr. Rose says before I leave his office,
The rest of the morning I’m in a red haze, too angry to speak, to pay attention, to do anything but walk
through the halls like a damn robot, my gaze constantly scanning, looking for Harper. The little bitch is
nowhere to be found and by the time lunch starts, I’m infuriated.
“Hey baby, want to go off campus together?”
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I turn to find Aisha standing in front of me, tempting in a cropped ck shirt and high waisted jeans.
She looks good as usual, but the problem with Aisha is shecks substance
“No thanks,” I bite out as I push past her.
I hear her say something else but ignore her, moving through the crowds of people like a shark whose
scented his prey. I find her in the cafeteria, sitting at a table with Sadie, the both of them hovered close
and whispering. I stop in front of the table, and my presence does nothing. They don’t even notice me.
“We need to talk.” I demand, my voice so loud they both jump.
Sadie watches me, her eyes wide. Harper contemtes me coolly, her expressionpletely
unreadable. “What do you want?”
“To talk to you. I pause. “In private.”
Harper shakes her head. “Not a good idea.”
“I don’t give a shit what you think.” I round the table and ce my hand on her shoulder. Just like that,
a bolt of lust shoots through me at first contact
So fucking annoying.
“You can’t just boss me around” she retorts.
“I can when you’re spreading false rumors about me and your fucking locker,” I throw back at her.
Without a word she slips off the bench and we’re walking beside each other, exiting the cafeteria
together. Ryan watches us with narrowed eyes but he doesn’t say a word or make a move toward us.
I can tell he doesn’t like that I’m talking to his sister. Well tough shit.
ke watches us too, his face unreadable, his gaze zing.
That guy can go suck a dick.
Once we’re outside, I grab hold of Harper’s arm and lead her toward the parking lot, which is mostly
devoid of people. The moment we’re out of sight, she’s yanking her arm out of my hand, turning on me
like she wants to rip my head off.
I would never vandalize your locker,” I tell her before she can get a word out.
She freezes, her mouth falling open for a brief second before she snaps it shut
“I’m a dick but I would never go that far,” I continue. “I don’t know who did it, and after what’s happened
between us, I’m
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surprised you’d think I would be so
awful.”
She crosses her arms which only plumps up her tits. It takes all I’ve got not to stare at them. “You’re
pretty awful, Easton.”
“Did you tell Mr. Rose you thought I did it?”
She shrugs one shoulder. More than enough confirmation. I take a step toward her and she stiffens,
her expression wary.
“Even after everything we‘ve shared?” My voice is soft, my heart pumping wildly as I get closer. This
girl-what the hell is she doing to me? I don’t get it.
“We haven’t shared much” she whispers. “One moment in a
closet?”
“And another in a bathroom. And at my party.” I’m so close I can smell her, that delicious scent lingering
around us. “Stop pretending, Harper. It’s unbing.”
She dips her head, her hair falling forward and covering most of her face. “Who did it then? Who wrote
that on my locker?”
“It wasn’t me,” I say with so much conviction she looks up, her gaze meeting mine. “I’ll help you figure
out who did it though.”
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Her brows draw together. “You
will?”
I touch her cheek. Stroke along her jaw. Press my thumb against her bottom lip. “Yes. I’ll rip their head
off for you too, if that’s what you want. I’d do-“I mp my lips shut.
I need to shut the hell up before say something I don’t mean.
“You’d do what?” she whispers, her gaze dropping to my lips.
Yeah. She can deny it all she wants, that she hates me. Wants nothing to do with me. But she can’t
deny that she wants me.
We‘re happening, whether we like
it or not