Chapter 78
Easton
I’m shit.
Like actual shit on shit, the worst shit, fuckkkkkkkk.
My palms are actually sweating as I grip the steering wheel and head over to Leigh’s house.
She didn’t just send me horrible text threats, she called seven times, which is thest thing you want
when you’re trying to open up to your girlfriend basically saying, “hey no worries I’ve changed,” only to
leave her and go to the guidance counselor sh admin you used to fuck and repeat history. Originally
she said she needed a favor, code word for she wants the high school senior to bend her over against
her office chair until she’s hoarse from screaming.
| snort, yeah, a favor, she said the same thing in her texts tonight, hey can you do me a favor?
Code yet again.
I know what Leigh wants.
I know she’s going to use any information she has on us.
And I want to actually run my Jeep into the next brick building I see.
I don’t want her anymore. Funny how the minute you have something good, the universe is like yeah
just wait for it, I’ll fuck with you. You’re in love? Cool, let’s bring in some hate orpetition, or even
better, let’s make sure your entire life is over if you don’t do xyz.
I’m sick the entire drive to her house.
| almost turn around a dozen times, maybe if Harper questioned me I would have, instead my phone is
silent, my car is like death as rain starts to pound against my windshield.
It takes me maybe fifteen minutes to get to her house, it’s in a nice subdivision five blocks over from
Harper’s house. The white and ck split level house stares me down as I park.
I suddenly hate doors that are white and have fall decorations.
I hate them.
I know what’s behind that door, maybe that’s why.
Or maybe I suddenly have a conscience, either way, I’m not happy to be here and in the past the only
reason I even came here was to get good grades or because it was taboo.
Not feeling that way right now, no. I’m feeling cheap and disgusted and like a total liar.
I stare down the door and take a deep breath. It opens, because of course it does. Leigh is holding it
open with a ss of wine in hand, she’s wearing a crop top that leaves nothing to the imagination and
a pair of low slung ck sweats.
Tused to think she was hot, the type of mom or cougar you fuck over and over again because you get
bragging rights, but now? I notice the aggressiveness, the maniption, and the exhaustion.
Slowly, I get out of my jeep and look behind me just in case, not that anyone was following me but I’m
suddenly extremely paranoid for some reason as I walk toward Leigh.
She takes a sip of her wine, meanwhile I want to throw up.
“You came.” She holds her door open.
I swallow and shove my hands into my jeans. “Yeah well, I didn’t really have a choice.”
03
“How’s the girlfriend?” She winks.
Again, I want to vomit. “Good, thanks for asking.” I force a smile “Gonna invite me in?”
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“Of course.” She opens the door wider.
She has candles lit around her small living room. The fire roars in the firece and two bottles of wine
are set on the kitchen table with an empty ss I’m assuming is mine.
I walk numbly toward the kitchen counter and grab the wine, pouring it into my ss until
I’m sure it’s going to spill over, then take a long, hard sip. Fuck, I would murder someone for weed right
now.
Fuck, I’d probably rob someone for it with the way she’s looking at me.
The sound of her front door closing feels like a gunshot to the head as I try to keep my cool.
“So .” She leans against the countertop and all I can focus on is her belly ring. I literally want to yell
midlife crisis, instead I look away and drink more wine. “You wanna go into the bedroom or stay here?”
Images of me and Harper in the hot tub assault me to the point where it’s hard to breathe. I wasn’t just
saying shit-I love her.
I truly
Really.
Love.
Her.
Not this crazy person using her authority as a way to y me and my friends. The more I think about it,
the more pissed I get as she walks toward me and takes my wine ss out of my hand, setting it on the
counter.
“Kiss me,” Leigh says.
Ire. “I kiss you and this all goes away?”
She shrugs, fucking shugs. “Sure, why not?”
“You’re the worst.” I let out a bitterugh. “How many guys in our school do you do this with, huh? Do
you need me to make you feel young again, Leigh?” I draw out her name and am basically in her face.
“Or is this about men your age not getting you off, say where is that husband of yours anyway? Drunk
off his ass at some bar because he’s afraid toe home after his shift at the Police station?”
“Well …” I’ve clearly lost my mind as I peer around her and shrug. “Looks like your ass
has gotten huge so maybe that’s why you need to own mine?
She shoves me again. “Easton, I’m serious.”
“So. Am. I.” I grin. “Maybe I’m not man enough for you, maybe I should just go.”
“Stop ying games.” She grabs my shirt and rips it on the sleeve. “Kiss me.”
I stare at her.
I see a painful future.
I see a constant loop of me fucking her in order to get out of shit.
And I see Harper’s broken face.
Her tears.
It hurts more than being expelled.
It hurts more, I imagine, than being ran over by my own Jeep.
What the fuck am I even doing?
I stumble back. “This won’t ever end, will it?”
“What?” She bats her eyshes and starts to take off her top, then tosses it to the
ground, her breasts on full disy. “Do you mean this?”
She starts touching her nipples and I’m out.
I’m done.
I can’t.
I just can’t anymore.
| shake my head. “Do your worst, Leigh, but I’m done.”
“You’ll fucking regret this, you shit!” she yells, still topless.
I grab my phone out of my pocket and snap a quick picture of her before she can say anything, then
whisper, “So will you.”
“Delete that!” she roars.
I shrug. “Now we each have shit. And now you know, I will expose you.”
“Expose this!” She flips me off.
I turn around and leave despite her yelling.
I don’t care anymore.
I just want my girl.
And I need her.