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I grab his arm when he acts like he’s going to do just that.
“Bro, it was nothing. Seriously.” I’m downplaying it so my own mind won’t go into pure freak out mode.
“I just thought you should know. Watch out for that guy.”
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“I know. He’s a complete player. And no good for my sister,” Ryan mutters as we climb up the bleachers and find a spot to sit.
Sadie chooses that moment to plop her butt next to Ryan.
“Who are you talking about not being good enough for Harper? You, Easton?”
The pointed look she sends me reminds me of how she caught me with Harper and I send her the same kind of look in return.
“No. I just saw your bestie making out with Blake.”
Sadie starts to laugh. Slaps her knee like I told her a hilarious joke.
“No kidding? God, I’m almost jealous. She’s getting so much attention from guys lately.”
“Like from who?” Ryan asks her.
“Yeah, Sadie. Who?” My voice has an edge to it. This girl needs to keep my name off her lips.
“Like I’d tell you two.” She waves a hand, dismissing us, but I can tell Ryan wants to ask her more questions.
Thank God the rally finally starts.
It’s the usual kind of thing you can expect from a high school rally. A rousing performance by the band of the ‘Star Spangled Banner’ and our fight song, the cheer team shaking their poms-and their asses- along with the beat while we all lose our minds in the stands. The football team comes out. The coaches talk them up. Teachers make announcements. The cheer team comes back out onto the floor for another ass shaking performance.
Aisha finds me in the crowd and never looks away once while she performs. It’s unnerving. I stare back, dead inside as I think of the way Harper jumped on Blake.
The manwhore with the stupid man bun.
My friend.
How could he?
How could he not? Harper is a delectable little piece with a juicy ass and juicier lips. I’m dying to tap that juicy ass. Just once, to get her out of my system. Then I can move on. Obsess over someone else.
Ryan would kill me if he could read my thoughts right now. Hell, Aisha would too, since she’s still shaking her tits at me with that fuck me expression on her face.
I finally have to look away, unable to take it any longer. My gaze scans the crowd, snagging on Harper, who’s watching me with pain and confusion in her eyes. What a load of shit. Who does this girl think she is? Playing the both of us for fools is what she’s doing.
I’m over it.
Over her.
Liar.
Yeah. I’m also most definitely a liar.
The remainder of the rally passes in a blur. I’m not paying attention, too consumed with thoughts of Harper and her betrayal. Of her giving that mouth to someone else, even for just a little bit.
That mouth belongs to me.
It’s mine.
No one else’s.
The rally ends and we exit the bleachers, herded like cattle. I fall into step behind Ryan with Sadie ahead of him, trying my best to ignore the familiar voice rattling on behind me.
“Come on, H. Let’s grab dinner tonight. You said you’d be down.”
I clench my jaw and breathe through my nose. He’s asking her on a date and I’m right fucking here. And Ryan’s already so far ahead of us with Sadie, he can’t even hear Blake ask his sister out.
“I wish I could, but I don’t know. I have a ton of homework to finish.” Harper sounds genuinely sad.
“I can help you with it after we eat. I’m a genius, remember?” Blake’s tone is cajoling. Flirtatious. The fucker thinks a couple of winks, one shitty kiss and a free dinner is going to break this girl down?
Nah.
Maybe I should help it along.
“You should go for it.” I glance over my shoulder and stare directly at Harper, noting the guilt flashing in her eyes.
Good.
“Go for what?” she asks me, her dark eyes blazing.
“Dinner with Blake. I’m sure he can show you a good time” I smilemore like a baring of teeth-and then get the fuck out of there.
Harper
Oh my God, did he really just say that? And then take off like a scared little chicken shit?
Why yes. He did.
What, now he wants to shove me into Blake’s arms? Does this make him feel less guilty for kissing Aisha? If that’s the case, what a total prick.
I already knew this though. He’s a complete asshole who only thinks of himself. Most of the time.
Well, he’s definitely thinking of me when he’s got his fingers between my legs. Or his mouth
“What do you say, Harper? Let me take you to dinner.”
Blake’s deep voice pulls me from my lust-soaked thoughts and I blink at him, wishing like crazy that it was Easton who looked at me like that. Who asked me to dinner in front of everyone at school because he doesn’t care. He wants to be seen with me. I’m not his dirty little secret
But it’s not Easton who’s asking me. It’s Blake, who currently has a giant smile on his face, and I see something in his eyes that I’ve never noticed before. He’s looking at me as if he actually likes me.
Uh oh.
I am so stupid. I should’ve never kissed him. Like, ever. And it felt wrong, kissing another boy when I still have feelings for stupid, annoying, make-me-want-to-rip -my-hair-out Easton. Spotting him in an embrace with Aisha had me seeing red. I didn’t even need to see her lips land on his. Actually, I couldn’t bear to see it. That would’ve sent me completely over the edge. I was done.
Over.
Finished.
Kissing Blake was impulsive and a giant mistake. That kiss sent him a signali didn’t mean. I like him, but not like that. And now he’s looking at me as if I’m the only girl for him.
“I can’t tonight,” I finally say, hating the way his face falls.
“Some other time, okay? II have an essay to finish. And that history test we still need to study for.”
“Yeah. I’d suggest a little study time together tonight instead, but I’m guessing you’re going to turn me down.” His lips form into a cute little pout, making me giggle.
And I never giggle with Easton. Not ever. He doesn’t make me laugh. He makes me want to slap him.
Right before I kiss him.
“I’m afraid I would,” I say to Blake, willing myself to like him. At least a little bit.
But nope. I look into his eyes and feel nothing but friendliness.
“Gotta go to class,” I tell him.
“Talk later?”
Blake snags my hand before I can walk away, pulling me in close.
“You’re a mystery, Harper. One I’m dying to figure out.”
Then he lets go of my hand and saunters down the hall, whistling.
I watch him go for a moment, confused. There is nothing mysterious about me. Yeah, I might be sneaking around and hooking up with Easton in dark corners, but that’s the extent of my mystery. He’s only doing that with me because he’s ashamed to be seen with me in public, the asshole.
My heart aches and I mentally tell it to stop. I can’t get all twisted up over that boy yet again. Maybe I should give up on boys in general until I start college.
What’s happening right now is getting way too out of my control.
I go to my locker and exchange my books, then slam the metal door shut to find Easton right there, leaning his shoulder against the locker next to mine. I take a step back at first sight of the murderous glare on his face.
Aimed directly at me.
“What’s your problem?”
“You.” He spits out the word as if it’s a curse.
The moment he says it, I start walking, not wanting to hear him bash on me yet again.
I’m tired of it. A girl can only take so much.
“You’re my problem,” he says as he falls into step beside me.
Huh. I guess it’s okay to be seen in public when he’s tossing insults at me but otherwise, forget it.
“Please. Spare me the details. I don’t care if you hate me or not.” I push through the double doors and take a deep breath of fresh air, hating how shaky my exhale is.
Easton gets close to me and I’m a mess.
A jittery, fluttery mess.
My heart is thumping. My pulse is throbbing in my neck.
Between my thighs.
And he’s just walking beside me.
Seriously. I need help. A therapist maybe? Maybe I’m a sex addict who’s never had sex. It could happen
Or maybe I’m an Easton addict. One look, one touch, one kiss, and I want more.
More, more, more.
“You’re the one who hates me, remember?” He grabs my arm, stopping me from escaping him, and I struggle against his hold. It’s no use.
He’s too strong
Easton shifts closer, his voice lowering so I can barely hear him.
“Is that why you did it?”
I frown.
“Did what?”
“You know.” He looks away for a moment, offering me a glimpse of his glorious profile. High cheekbones and sharp jaw. That sexy mouth and those dark eyebrows. A breeze washes over us, fluttering his hair and I long to run my fingers through it.
God, what am I? Some sort of demented fairy princess ready to hurl herself at the evil villain? I’ve been reading too much fantasy lately, swear to God.
Easton turns to face me once more, his thunderous blue gaze meeting mine and I see.hurt there?
No.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say slowly.
“And besides, you’re the one who was kissing Aisha.”
“What the fuck?” He grips the back of his neck, his biceps bulging.
“I did not kiss her.”
“Yes, you did. I saw the two of you together. Right before the rally. She had her claws in you.”
Literally.
“And I pushed her away.” He lowers his head until his face is in mine, his mouth so close my lips yearn to close the space between us.
“Or did you happen to miss that tiny detail?”
Easton
Her dark eyes, which were full of anger only seconds ago, are now filled with shock. Confusion.
“You didn’t kiss her?” Her voice is a squeak. My scared little mouse.
Slowly I shake my head, staring at her lips. There are too many people around-and there’s hardly anybody out here-but I’m not risking kissing Harper in front of an audience.
No matter how badly I want to.
Harper stands taller.
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true.” I take a step back and throw out my arms, my palms pointed at the sky.
“I shoved Aisha away at the last second and she got pissed.”
What else is new?
“And then I catch you kissing Blake.” I grin, like I’m having the time of my life, when I’m not. Fuck, I’m furious just thinking of her mouth under his.
“How was it? I’ve heard he has sloppy technique. Uses too much tongue.”
“Better than you, that’s for sure,” she spits out, her aim true.
A direct hit to my ego.