Chapter 31
Easton
I’m a dick.
I hold her all night and go to school the next day pretending like nothing happened. Her locker is back
to normal though I have a bad feeling it’s just going to get worse if she’s seen with me and I’m still
pissed that I don’t know who took it upon themselves to be an asshole to Harper of all people.
A small annoying voice inside me says that I’m an asshole enough for her to actually suspect me, but I
ignore it, just like the feeling of want every time she walks by smelling like fucking sunshine and the
tropics.
I know I’m in a shit mood.
Ryan points it out to me several times and asks if I’m hung over to which I want to reply yeah, from
your sister.
That would be a shit show.
What the hell is wrong with me?
She’s not even that pretty!
Lie.
I scowl and look down at my phone in annoyance. It’s dying and all I want to know is if she’s okay,
where the hell she’s at and shit I’m acting like such a pussy right now. Ryan’s furiously texting someone
like his thumbs are gonna fall off if he doesn’t send it fast enough. “Yo, can I borrow your phone?”
“Huh?” He doesn’t look up. “You have a phone, it’s in your hand.”
I wave it at him knowing he won’t look up. “Battery almost died, I just need to look up the score from the
gamest night.”
“What game?” He frowns at his screen, damn it just give me your phone!
“The basketball game.” Surely there was one onst night right?
He sighs. “Hold up.”
Secondster I have his phone while he’s digging into his lunch and pulling out candy and a Coke..
A minute after that I’m texting her from his phone, and using his battery to charge mine so I can at least
have a bit of juice.
It’s almost too easy.
A few minutes go by as I wait for her text.
Nothing.
Its’ her fault anyway, I would have charged my phone had I actually stayed in my roomst night rather
than pulling her greedily into my arms and trying not to kiss her again.
“Thanks man.” I hand his phone back to him and stand.
Lunch is almost over. I haven’t seen Harper the entire lunch period but assume that she’s out doing
what nerdy girls do-studying.
I hate that my eyes keep searching for her and look down at my phone.
Me: Harper…Where are you?
Little bubbles pop up right away, then disappear. It’s slow torture as I wait for her to at least send me a
middle finger emoji.
H: I’m in the library.
ugh. Of course she is.
H: With ke…
Nope!
I trip over my own feet in an effort to sprint out of the cafeteria and down the hall into the library. What
the hell is she doing with ke of all people? The guy should still be high fromst night.
And again.
There were rules about this sort of thing.
The more I think about it the angrier I get, until I’m jerking open the library doors and stomping towards
their table. Both of their heads are leaning in as she points at her
book
The guy has a near perfect GPA, no way is he actually using her as a tutor.
“Thanks,” I hear him say, then nce up and smile. “I needed a good idea for his present and my brain
is fried.”
“Stop with the weed.” She smiles. “You’re just killing brain cells.”
Heughs. “I have some to spare.”
“Do you though?” I interject fully looking like a jealous idiot. “What’s going on?”
“Oh.” Harper blushes. “It’s Ryan’s birthday soon and ke wants to earn extra friend points by getting
him something better than you.”
I gawk. “And you’re helping him?”
“He bought me coffee.” She smiles.
The only response I can think of is, who gave you orgasms yesterday? Me.
I’m the mother fucking winner in this scenario.
You’re. Wee.
Instead I just stand there like an idiot. “That means it’s your birthday soon.”
ke slowly ps and stands. “He’s so good at math.”
I flip him off, today is so not the day to piss me off, not after touching her, being
I trip over my own feet in an effort to sprint out of the cafeteria and down the hall into the library. What
the hell is she doing with ke of all people? The guy should still be high fromst night.
And again.
There were rules about this sort of thing.
The more I think about it the angrier I get, until I’m jerking open the library doors and stomping towards
their table. Both of their heads are leaning in as she points at her book.
The guy has a near perfect GPA, no way is he actually using her as a tutor.
“Thanks,” I hear him say, then nce up and smile. “I needed a good idea for his present and my brain
is fried.”
“Stop with the weed.” She smiles. “You’re just killing brain cells.”
Heughs. I have some to spare.”
“Do you though?” I interject fully looking like a jealous idiot. “What’s going on?”
“Oh.” Harper blushes. “It’s Ryan’s birthday soon and ke wants to earn extra friend points by getting
him something better than you.”
I gawk. “And you’re helping him?”
“He bought me coffee.” She smiles.
The only response I can think of is, who gave you orgasms yesterday? Me.
I’m the mother fucking winner in this scenario.
You’re. Wee
Instead I just stand there like an idiot. “That means it’s your birthday soon.”
ke slowly ps and stands. “He’s so good at math.”
I flip him off, today is so not the day to piss me off, not after touching her, being
half naked with her, how the hell is she not effected by this, I’m almost offended at how chill she seems.
“Harper can I talk to you real quick?”
The bell rings. I curse it to Hell while she shoots me an apologetic look and grabs her backpack and a
protein bar from the table.
“I owe you.” ke says. “How about dinner?”
The protein bar freezes half way to her mouth as she whispers. “Huh?”
“Dinner.” He shoves his hands into his ck joggers. “As a thank you, I’ll take you to dinner, will only
stare at your tits like twice while lying about being lost in your eyes and will attempt to feed you without
grabbing your ass.”
Sheughs.
Actuallyughs like he’s funny and then looks at me.
I scowl. “What? You need permission to go to dinner with ke from me?”
Her expression goes dark.
I shrug, angry that I’m angry, angry that he’s asking her to dinner and I had my fingers inside her
without even taking her on a date. “No, I guess I don’t.”
“You don’t.” I repeat. “Oh and ke, be careful, thest thing you want is Ryan killing you because you
ate out his sister.” I snap my fingers. “I mean took out his sister, sorry.”
Harper drops the protein bar onto the table, eyes wide and full of hurt, hurt I put there by being myself-
and jealous of the ass hat who keeps looking between us like he’s going to figure out why she looks
ready to cry and I look ready to burn the world.
“Here,” Harper looks away from me. Tll give you my number…”
I hate that ke looks like he won the lottery and that he has an in now, and that I pushed her directly
into his waiting man whore hands.
ke types it in her phone then hands it back.
I’m so still I’m barely breathing
I’m pissed.
Livid.
ke says something else I can’t even hear above my own breathing and walks off. Harper starts to
follow. I chase after her, grab her by the arm and pull her down the history aisle. Dusty books and the
smell of paper surround us as I pin her against the bookcase. “What the hell are you doing?
Her eyes search mine and then she leans in and whispers in my ear. “Eating.”
I feel my control breaking. “You only eat at my house.”
“Oh?” Her eyebrows shoot up. “Is that right?”
“My food is better.” I snap.
She eyes me up and down. “Is it though?”
I lose all control, my forehead presses against hers, my bodys’ on fire as I hold her captive and say.
“Don’t act like a slut-you don’t want another mishap like yesterday.”
She tries to p me.
I grab her by the wrist, my fingers digging into her skin.
Tears well in her eyes.
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And I like it.
I like that I make her react.
I’m a sick bastard because it makes me feel weirdly proud that out of all the guys in our school, I’m the
only one who can make her scream in pleasure or pain-me.
She jerks away from me, “You’re such a-”
I cut her off with a kiss.
She wraps her arms around me.
Someone gasps.
Something falls against the ground, we both turn.
It’s fucking Sadie.