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“I need to listen to you?” She takes a seat on the edge of her desk, the side that’s closest to me.
“You know that isn’t the way this works. I’m the one in control here.” As she swings her legs in the air, her skirt rides higher on her thighs.
“And this little stunt just landed you in a heap of trouble.” She pauses.
“You know I can protect you but fighting in school crosses a boundary.”
Trub across my knuckles.
“He deserved it.”
She sighs.
“What am I going to do with you, Easton?” She begins to play with the top button of her shirt.
“You probably broke his nose. There are witnesses ” The top button pops open, and her legs widen, stretching the limits of her skirt.
“This is grounds for a week suspension.”
I tug my hair at the roots.
“A week?”
Fuck.
The school will notify my parents and my father will kick my ass for this. He’s all about me having a perfect record so I can get into the best college and then go to law school.
“You’ve got to work your magic,” I tell her.
“I can’t get suspended. How about I serve a shitload of detention instead?”
“Do you think that’s a sufficient punishment?” She unbuttons another button, followed by a third, her legs spread so wide now, I can see her red, lace panties.
That’s where she’s going with this?
Oh shit
“I think detention is plenty,” I tell her,
“especially if you stick me with that snore-fest, Mr. Jones.”
The last button unhooks, and she slides her shirt open, revealing a matching bra. She leans forward, her tits spilling out of the cups that are trying to hold them in.
“Here are your options-you can come to my house tonight and serve me or you can serve your five-day suspension at home. Your choice.”
An ultimatum.
One that involves her pussy.
Anger bubbles through me, but a much different kind this time.
“What about your husband?” I ask.
“He’s out of town for the week.”
“Leigh ” When I shake my head, my stare falls to her tits. I remember them fondly and the way she rode my cock until she was fucking screaming.
” -.-” I cut off, not sure how to respond.
Her stare drops to my dick and she slowly licks across her lips.
“Remember that phone call from Harper’s mom the other day that dismissed her from school?” She pauses, allowing my memory to catch up.
“I can easily lose that paperwork. I wonder if Harper’s parents will let her date you when they find out you’re a bad influence on their daughter.”
I can go to Leigh’s place tonight and cheat on my girl.
Or I can earn myself a week suspension and get Harper in just as much trouble, jeopardizing our relationship when her parents find out I was the reason she’s suspended.
Leigh’s balls are as big as Blake’s.
“What’s your answer, Easton?”
Harper
“What in the ever-loving fuck just happened?” Sadie says, rushing to my side the second I leave the cafeteria.
“Blake just hauled ass to the nurse, bleeding profusely. Mrs. Scott just dragged Easton toward her office and Aisha’s smiling like she just got fucked against a wall.” She holds my shoulders.
“And you look like you’re about to burst into tears.”
The moment Easton got dragged away and Blake left for the nurse, Aisha gave me the nastiest smirk and took off, leaving me alone in the cafeteria, drops of Blake’s blood by my feet. I haven’t even had a chance to catch my breath yet. My whole body is tingling and numb, my chest aching.
I don’t want Easton to get in trouble.
I don’t want him fighting with Blake.
I don’t want anyone fighting anymore. Between my brother punching Easton in our backyard and Easton punching Blake today, I’ve had enough.
What makes it worse is that both instances were over me.
“Sadie ” I move us over to a row of lockers, leaning against one, needing something to take my weight and hold me up.
“I couldn’t get Easton to stop, he was raging mad angrier than I’ve ever seen him-and he exploded on Blake.” I pull my hair back, the heat on my neck making it hard to breathe.
“Blake was loving it, he was egging him on. It’s like he wanted Easton to punch him.”
“Of course Blake wants to start shit with Easton, he wants Easton to look as bad as possible in front of you, so Blake looks like a saint.” She twirls a piece of my hair.
“Harper, he’s obsessed with you, he’ll do anything to be with you.”
“Even getting punched in the face?”
She shrugs.
“Looks like it.”
I swallow, needing the tightness in my throat to go away.
“I don’t know, Sadie. This is all so crazy, and it isn’t over, I feel like things are just getting started between them.”
Sadie’s eyes widen.
“Shhh, here comes trouble.”
I turn around, meeting the smug smile that I hate so much.
“Did you enjoy that?” Aisha asks, now standing next to us.
“Watching your little boyfriends fight over you?”
“I only have one boyfriend,” I tell her.
“Let’s get that straight before you run around school, starting rumors that aren’t true.”
“I only speak the truth.” She eyes me up and down.
“But from what went down today, the whore everyone has been calling you seems to fit.”
“You’re a cunt,” Sadie snaps.
“And I’m hardly a whore,” I add,
“but you certainly like to write that word out-maybe it makes you feel like less of a whore yourself, you know, like when you spray painted it across my garage.”
“Hold up ” Her stare intensifies.
“You’ve got the wrong person.”
Now it’s my turn to smile and laugh.
“Yeah, right. No one but you could have done that to me.”
Her face turns serious, an expression I haven’t seen from her.
“That wasn’t me.”
“You expect us to believe that?” Sadie asks.
“You despise Harper, so of course it was you.”
Aisha glares at both of us.
“I most definitely despise you and I don’t want you to be with Easton and, you’re right, I am a cunt, but it wasn’t me who spray painted your house.” She crosses her arms.
“It really wasn’t, I was out of town.”
I can’t believe my brain is even considering this, but something about her response makes me believe her.
If it wasn’t Aisha, then who was it?
Because it can’t be Blake can it?
Would he really do that to me?
“We’ve seen enough of your face for one day,” Sadie says to Aisha.
“Get out of here.”
Aisha looks like she’s about to snarl.
“You should take a long, hard look at the people in your circle.” She eyes up Sadie.
“Those are the ones you should question whether you can trust.”
She walks away and Sadie says to me,
“Do you believe her?”
I search the crowd of students as if the answer is waiting for me out there.
“I don’t know what to believe right now. All of this is so overwhelming.”
“Well, you know you can trust me.”
The truth is, she’s the only person I can trust.
Sadie loops her arm through mine and we walk down the hallway toward class. As we’re passing the front office, the door swings open and Easton comes rushing through it.
He doesn’t look at me.
He’s staring straight ahead, his face dripping in anger.
“Hey,” I say the moment he passes me, grabbing his arm to stop him.
He halts and glances down at me, a look in his eyes that he’s almost bothered by me.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Are you all right? Did you get in trouble?”
He just stares, saying nothing. The anger in his expression now mixed with something else-something I can’t place.
When he still doesn’t respond, I add,
“Easton?”
He pulls his arm out of my hold.
“Get away from me, Harper.” He takes a step back.
“I need to be alone.”
Alone?
But all I want to do is hug him.
Be there for him.
And now he’s walking away from me, not even looking back.
A wave of emotion comes over me as I whisper,
“What did I do?”
Sadie wraps her arms around me and pulls me into a hug.
“Babe, you did nothing, don’t worry. Easton is just sour because he probably got in serious trouble and his parents are going to whip his ass and he’s losing his mind about it.”
“But why didn’t he just say that?” My eyes are burning from the tears.
“Why won’t he open up to me?”
She rubs my back.
“He’s a boy, they struggle with those kinds of things.”
“What he s-said,” I stutter, the sob working through my chest.