Chapter 39


    Easton


    I’m irritated at school again.


    Big surprise.


    Everyone is annoying me, from Aisha attempting to grab my ass twice to Julia tossing my paper in my


    face and saying asshole under her breath as if she’s this perfect princess who didn’t literally ask for sex


    in exchange for what? Two pages?


    Isn’t that prostitution? Damn close if you ask me.


    Plus, ke said Julia’s a stage five clinger. He took her to promst year, and it was like he proposed–


    she told her mom he was the one.


    I’ve never seen ke so terrified in my entire life.


    That actually boosts my mood a bit.


    I smile and grab my History book from my locker, mming it shut to see Aisha standing there like a


    stalker, leaning with her arms crossed and her ck and white cheer uniform standing out against the


    gold lettering stretched across her tits.


    “You going to the pep rally?” She reaches for me, her red fingernails pick at something on the front of


    my shirt, and then she runs her hand down my shoulder.


    Her excuse of innocently touching me falls t, but just as she’s ready to move her hand, Harper turns


    the corner and stares at us.


    I know it’s a dick move, that I should push Aisha away to prove that there’s literally nothing going on, or


    even use it as a way to make Harper feel like shit for assuming the worst of me.


    But I can’t do it, my pride won’t let me, and I’m still pissed that she told me to delete her number. Who


    the hell does she think she is?


    I grab Aisha’s hand before she can pull away. It’s mmy, cold, the exact opposite of Harper, and the


    way her skin seems to burn beneath my fingertips.


    I’m thinking of Harper but staring at Aisha, holding Aisha’s hand as my cock presses against my fly.


    I imagine shoving Harper against the locker and lifting her ass with my hands, tearing at her clothes


    and doing it in front of everyone, staking my im like a wild animal.


    Aisha grips my hand and then leans into me. “You okay, baby? You seem distracted.”


    “I’m good.” I rub my thumb across her hand. “And I wouldn’t miss it. The pep rally.” Harper walks by us


    as I lean in and whisper. “Remember the time I rubbed one out when you were doing that hip thrust


    thing to Drakest year.”


    Aisha swats my chest yfully. “You’re so evil! I can’t believe you did that in the school restroom.”


    “I couldn’t wait.” I lie, really I’d been semi-drunk, horny, and didn’t want to touch her, but as the drinks


    got heavier at the party that night, somehow Ryan had made my story into this epic event like I saw


    Aisha dancing and just couldn’t control myself.


    Harper storms past us like her ass is on fire.


    I feel like shit and start to push Aisha away again when I see ke out of the corner of my eye. He


    sweeps in literally and lifts Harper off the ground, spinning her around.


    Suddenly she’s smiling.


    Thenughing.


    I scowl as she makes eye contact with me. ke ispletely oblivious. Harper slides down his body


    too slow… so slow there’s no way she can’t feel his dick.


    What the hell?


    When did ke start flirting so hard with her?


    He whispers something in her ear. She smiles again.


    I’m going to kill him.


    Thank God the bell rings.


    Normally I’d be in a good mood because History is one of the only sses that I sit next to ke in,


    meaning we can fuck around for a near hour of boredom. Not today.


    Today I may just set his desk on fire.


    He releases Harper, she goes in the opposite direction.


    I ignore ke and stomp into the ss and sit.


    He casually sits next to me, putting his feet up on the desk in front of him and leaning back like he


    doesn’t give a shit.


    My eyes narrow. “You and Harper seem to be getting close pretty fast.”


    His smirk hits me square in the chest as he slowly turns. His stupid man bun looks like he got fucking


    styled today for the Grammys, hell between that, the pierced ears, sharp cheekbones and “eyes” girl


    always drool over, I’m suddenly seeing him in a different light and feeling sick as fuck to my stomach.


    “Yup.” He turns. “Feeling threatened?”


    “No.” | scowl. Yes. “I’ll enjoy watching Ryan bury you alive.”


    Heughs. “The only way he’d know I was even going for her would be if you told him…” His eyes


    sh. “Are you gonna tell him?”


    “What the hell? You’re actually pursuing her?”


    He shrugs. “She’s hot.”


    Yeah, I know, so does my dick, and my mouth, and my fingers… and damn it! How did this fucking


    happen?


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    ke pulls out his phone. I steal a nce at his screen and notice he’s going through all her pictures


    on Instagram and liking them, then he switches over to Tik Tok and smiles.


    He starts typing ament.


    Something courses through me. At first, I think it’s because I’m about to kill my friend, but no, it’s


    something much worse.


    Jealousy.


    I feel threatened.


    Something I’ve never really felt in my entire life.


    I hate it and immediately grab my own phone and look at her profile and thements that my friend is


    making in real-time.


    Things like, so cute, lol, and a shit ton of emojis I’m pretty sure Ryan would kill him for typing.


    By the time the bell rings for lunch, I’m not even sure we are on speaking terms anymore.


    | grab my tray in the cafeteria, eyes scanning the room andnding on Harper, who’s sitting with Sadie,


    their heads ducked together.


    ke approaches.


    And I lose my shit.


    I’m at their table in seconds, mming my tray down and reaching for Harper before she can protest. “I


    need a minute.”


    I don’t hear ke or Sadie.


    the hallway and then, on second thought into the janitor closet.


    Again.


    She jerks out of my hold. “Seriously? What the hell is wrong with you!” She reaches for the door


    handle.


    I block it. “Wait!”


    “Why should I?” She doesn’t meet my eyes.


    I hate this.


    I hate that my mystery girl is Harper and that I can’t help but hurt her when I want to kiss her. I’m so


    confused about my own feelings I want to break something.


    All I know is I don’t want her to be with ke, and I want to kiss her again.


    And I hate when she’s angry but also kind of like the way her eyes sh with hunger at the same time


    she’s yelling at me.


    I push.


    She pushes back.


    | spin her around, grab her hair and pin her to the door, my lips hovering close to her neck. “He’s not it


    for you.”


    “Who?” She stills


    “You know who.” | grit my teeth and tug a bit harder on her ponytail. Her hair feels like silk on my


    fingertips, sliding around, taunting me, asking me to tug a bit more.


    Her body stiffens.


    I release her hair, my hands fall to her shoulders. “What do you want, Easton?”


    I open my mouth, then close it.


    She presses her head against the door.


    We stand in silence. Tension swirling around us.


    I slowly turn her to face me and tilt her chin up.


    Her eyes narrow. “You’re the absolute worst.”


    “I know.”


    “I hate you.”


    “I know.”


    Her mouth crushes mine, her teeth bite down on my lower lip, and I’m kicked out of Hell and weed


    back into heaven.