Chapter 38


    Harper


    “You’ve been warned. I’m killing your brother. Prepare yourself!” Sadie screams into the phone. I have


    to hold it away, so my head doesn’t explode. “I’m serious this time, Harper. Julia’s? Why the hell was


    he at Julia’s? She’s such a whore!”


    “True.” I agree. “But…” | almost spill that Easton is using her to write his paper because that would also


    mean I have insider information, and as of right now, Sadie just thinks we had a few makeout moments


    and aren’t serious when in reality, my heart doesn’t understand the concept of beating for anyone else


    but him.


    I dete a bit and listen as she goes through another tirade about how all boys are the devil and should


    burn in hell. “…seriously though, Harper, look at both their snaps!”


    I pull the phone away and tap my Snapchat putting Sadie on speaker.


    Sure enough, there are pictures of Aisha and Julia with both guys, drinks in hand, winking at the


    camera like, hey there’s more where that came from, and it’s gonna be a long night


    Jealousy burns through my body.


    Was Easton still there?


    Even now?


    I get my answer when Ryan shows up minutester stomping all over the house like he has a personal


    vendetta against the hardwood floors.


    Did that mean Easton was still there or did he go home, and how do I ask without my brother being


    suspicious. It’s not like I can text Easton after what went down, it might look desperate, or like I was


    jealous when I’m still pissed he’s hooking up with random girls and me.


    “Let me call you back,” I whisper into the phone, hanging up on Sadie and walking into the living room.


    Ryan throws himself against the couch. “I hate girls.”


    Iugh. “Could have fooled me.”


    He groans. “Fucking Easton.”


    I freeze, unable to breathe or move. “What did he do now?” I sit down and wait for


    “Oh, you know Easton thinks with his dick more than his brain.” He shakes his head. “He’s lucky all he


    had to do was give Julia a quick kiss for her to write his paper. I’m sure Aisha was ready to run her over


    with her Benz.”


    “What?” I snap.


    Ryan looks over, frowning. “You should be happy. You hate Aisha. I mean, they’re both Satan, but if I


    had to choose…”


    I’m fuming.


    So not only did he have a booty call with Aisha, but he kissed Julia so she’d write his stupid paper?


    I’m so angry I could scream.


    I concentrate on the anger.


    Because the hurt does nothing but make me feel like I’m bleeding out.


    I’m not special to him.


    I’m nothing.


    And I’m stupid for even thinking that I’m more than what those girls are, that he sees something in me


    when I’m so off-limits it’sughable.


    My heart tries to remind me of his face when he came to the house and tried tofort me after the


    car incident, was that genuine though? Was he? He’s so


    arrogant it’s impossible to know if he’s randomly showing up because he’s just a horny high school guy,


    or he knows I can’t resist him.


    I want to punch a wall.


    “Whatever.” Ryan looks down at his phone. “If he wants to dip his dick into the entire cheerleading


    squad, go for it. At least he’ll get a good grade out of it.”


    “Right.” I clench my teeth.


    He smiles down at his phone and thenughs. “Dipshit’s home, and apparently Aisha thought we were


    all gonna hang out tonight, so she’s blowing up his phone again. It’s scary how obsessed she is with


    him.”


    “Yup, crazy.” I agree, breathing again because he’s back at his house and away from her ws.


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    “You okay?” Ryan looks up from his phone. “You keep repeating everything I say…” His brows knit


    together in concern. “Is this about the car paint?”


    “No.” I sigh. “Yes.” My body rebels against me, reminding me of Easton’s mouth, his hands, the way he


    aggressively tugs down my leggings, his full lips glistening after each taste. I’m just tired.”


    Ryan yawns. “Me too. Don’t worry, we’ll figure out who has a personal vendetta.”


    I stand. “I’m going to go do some homework.”


    Abrupt subject change but the more he reminds me of the cars, the more I think about Easton, and I


    want to strangle the guy. Why is it so hard? It should be easy. Hot boy with his perfect mouth only


    wants you for one thing.


    And yet, I find myself justifying reasons and actions-even when he says to my face that it means


    nothing.


    I’m so screwed.


    I can’t focus on anything as I go to my room and sit at my desk. I don’t really have a ton of homework


    or reading to do. My text alert goes off.


    Easton: What are you doing?


    I snort


    Me: Are you serious right now?


    Easton: Um, yes?


    Me: Shouldn’t you be texting Aisha or kissing Julia?


    The little bubbles pop up and disappear only to pop up again,


    Easton: Aw, it sounds like the cute little virgin’s feelings are hurt. Besides, I kissed her on the cheek,


    dodging her mouth like a pro. Plus, I’m too busy to write the paper, and technically it was your fault.


    Me: Name-calling, typical Easton behavior, oh add in a bit of deflection and me… Did you need


    anything?


    Easton: You really need to getid. Not it.


    Me: Like I’d let you.


    Easton: I’d have you panting in seconds but not sure you can handle my dick. It’s for women, not girls


    afraid of the dark and jealous over girls texting me and small kisses and favors.


    Me: Yes, you’re such a man.


    Easton: You’re being a bitch.


    Me: And you’re an asshole, stop texting me, delete my number.


    Easton: Fine.


    Me: FINE


    Easton: BTW I texted you to let you know that you’re pretty when youe…


    I drop my phone and squeeze my eyes shut.


    Easton: Deleting now.??