Chapter 58
Easton
My best friend wants to murder me and stand over my bleeding corpse, smiling and kicking until I
breathe myst breath.
Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually just grabs a shovel from the garage in a vain attempt to
knock me out and bury me in his backyard next to the tree we carved our initials in.
Huh, how fucking poetic.
I walk behind him, angry that it’se to this but also angry that he can’t see how much I care for
Harper.
worst and has it out for Harper. The look she gave us yesterday is burned into my mind. She’s officially
taken it too far.
“Grab a roller,” Ryan barks.
I grab one of the rollers.
He’s silent. He grabs two cans of white paint, a tray, and some stic. I grab another brush and one
more roller, then follow him out of the garage.
Harper is standing in front of it in tears.
“Harper.” Ites out harsher than I would have liked. “We’ll take care of it, just go inside.”
She crosses her arms over her chest like she’s embarrassed.
Does she regretst night and this morning?
Shit, we had sex at least three times, or was that four?
I was kind of rough with her thest time.
Maybe she feels like a whore now?
Clearly the words on the garage could have been written at a better time.
Shit.
I’m not used to feeling insecure. I want to gofort her, but I figure Ryan and I need to talk before I
touch her.
Ryan sets the paint down and curses. “Easton’s right, go inside, call Sadie or something, eat chocte,
do what girls do when they’re sad.”
“You should know what girls do when they’re sad.” It’s like I can’t stop myself from saying these things.
“Not now, Easton.” He doesn’t even look at me. “Harper, we’ll figure it out, all right?”
She gives us both onest tear-filled look, then slowly walks toward the door. I fight like hell not to stare
after the perfect ass I sunk my teeth intost night and nearly fail as turn.
Ryan’s watching me, and I can’t stop my feet as they move toward her. Harper’s right hand reaches for
the front door. I spin her around-possibly myst moment on this earth since I’m touching her in front of
Ryan-and pull her against my chest, thankful that both parents are already back inside so they aren’t
suspicious of anything.
She rxes instantly against me.
I hold her tight.
Ryan can go fuck himself.
She starts to sob as I clench her tighter, whispering in her ear. “We’ll figure it out, I promise, okay?”
“B-but who would do this?”
“I can think of a few people who aren’t so happy right now.” I pull back and wipe the tears from beneath
her eyes, damn she’s so pretty, even when she cries. I want to go back into that house andy in bed
with her. I want to hand her all the ice cream and candy she needs then worship her body with my
mouth. Her surrender would feel so good.
She needs me, I think, as much as I need her, but I have an angry brother/best friend behind me. So, I
gently pull away and kiss her on the forehead. “He’s right. Go call Sadie and try to rx. We‘ve got
this.”
Harper nods and then looks over my head at Ryan. “I like him, please don’t kill him.”
“No promises,” Ryan seethes.
I hope I don’t look too panicked as Harper kisses me on the cheek and goes inside. Like an idiot, my
hand goes to the spot on my cheek she touched.
A hard shovees from behind.
I stumble onto the pavement, nearly falling. “What the hell Ryan?”
He grunts, “Grab a brush.”
“Oh…” I walk past him and grab a brush. “So, we aren’t talking about it?”
He jerks open both cans of paint. “If I talk about it, I might actually go to prison, so no, we aren’t talking
about it.”
“We should.”
He freezes, his hands hovering over the metal lids. “Anyone but her, bro. Why did it have to be her?
Why?”
The fact that he looks sad kills me.
I sigh and start pouring one of the cans of paint into the tray. “You probably won’t believe me, but I
didn’t know it was her.”
“Huh?” He looks at me for the first time, really looks at me. “How did you not know it was her?”
I shrug. “I fell for a girl I was making out with in the dark, and by the time I realized it was Harper, I was
already too far gone to do anything but jump.”
He frowns. “Holy shit, did you just go all poetic about my fucking sister right now?”
I’m agitated because he’s right. “No, I’m just saying, you know…”
“You’re a simp.” He mocks and dips his roller into the tray. “And she’s a handful.”
I want to say yeah, a handful of tits, ass, and every other fantasy I have, but I restrain myself.
“Look…” I work on my spot on the garage door. “Right now, the most important thing isn’t you kicking
my ass, it’s us finding out who did this shit to your garage. It has to be Aisha, she’s been all over me for
months.”
He snorts. “What makes you think it wasn’t someone else?”
“She was pissed yesterday and inplete attack mode, it didn’t help that Harper and I took off or
kissed or…” I realize the more I talk, the more Ryan looks ready to murder me. “Never mind. It just
makes the most sense.”
“Maybe.” Ryan is silent.
This sucks.
I don’t want to lose my best friend.
But I don’t want to lose Harper either.
We work in silence.
Harperes back outside with coffee and some breakfast burritos, then goes back inside without
saying anything.
I hang my head. “Bro, are we good?”
“No. Not right now.”
“If I say I’m sorry, it means I regret her. I can’t do that.” I hate myself for my honesty.
Ryan tosses the roller down and looks over at me. “You lied to my face.”
“Yes.
“So, how would you be doing in my position?” He scowls and goes back to painting.
I feel like shit the rest of the morning.
I want to say yeah, a handful of tits, ass, and every other fantasy I have, but I restrain myself.
“Look…” I work on my spot on the garage door. “Right now, the most important thing isn’t you kicking
my ass, it’s us finding out who did this shit to your garage. It has to be Aisha, she’s been all over me for
months.”
He snorts. “What makes you think it wasn’t someone else?”
“She was pissed yesterday and inplete attack mode, it didn’t help that Harper and I took off or
kissed or..” I realize the more I talk, the more Ryan looks ready to murder me. “Never mind. It just
makes the most sense.”
“Maybe.” Ryan is silent.
This sucks.
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I don’t want to lose my best friend.
But I don’t want to lose Harper either.
We work in silence.
Harperes back outside with coffee and some breakfast burritos, then goes back inside without
saying anything.
Thang my head. “Bro, are we good?”
“No. Not right now.”
“If I say I’m sorry, it means I regret her. I can’t do that.” I hate myself for my honesty.
Ryan tosses the roller down and looks over at me. “You lied to my face.”
“Yes.
“So, how would you be doing in my position?” He scowls and goes back to painting.
I feel like shit the rest of the morning.