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“Bro, who were you hooking up with?” Ryan shoves me.
“Huh? What?” I stumble back.
“I get it now.” He smiles.
“Why you didn’t want to stay, got some girl you wanna get back to.” His smile makes me want to punch him.
“Nice hickey, by the way, and the scratch marks, I’m sure Aisha wasn’t happy.”
“Huh?” I touch my neck where he points and sure enough, I feel the scratches, and when I look in the rearview mirror, I see the small hickey.
Planted by his sister.
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 ” I 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 deflate 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 minutes later 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.”
I laugh.
“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’s laughable.
My heart tries to remind me of his face when he came to the house and tried to comfort 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 then laughs.
“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 claws.
“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 blame Did you need anything?
Easton: You really need to get laid. 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 you come
I drop my phone and squeeze my eyes shut.
Easton: Deleting now.
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, Blake said Julia’s a stage five clinger. He took her to prom last year, and it was like he proposed she told her mom he was the one.
I’ve never seen Blake so terrified in my entire life.
That actually boosts my mood a bit.
I smile and grab my History book from my locker, slamming it shut to see Aisha standing there like a stalker, leaning with her arms crossed and her black 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 flat, 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 clammy, 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 claim 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 Drake last year.”
Aisha swats my chest playfully.
“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 Blake out of the corner of my eye. He sweeps in literally and lifts Harper off the ground, spinning her around.
Suddenly she’s smiling.
Then laughing.
I scowl as she makes eye contact with me. Blake is completely 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 Blake 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 classes that I sit next to Blake 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.