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“You doing anything tonight?”
I frown at his change of subject.
“No.
Why do you ask?”
“How about you come to dinner at my house.
Officially meet my parents.” My mouth pops open.
“Really?”
He nods, brushing a strand of hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear.
“I want them to meet my girl.
They already know you as my best friend’s sister, but not as my girlfriend, you know?”
The smile on my face is so big, it almost hurts.
I forget all about Blake and Aisha and throw myself at him, squeezing him tight.
“Yes.
Yes, I’d love to come over for dinner tonight.”
“Perfect.
It’s about time they meet you.”
He kisses me, his soft lips sending tingles scattering all over my skin and I sigh into his mouth.
I’m tired of the two of us sneaking around all the time.
It’s like we’re trying to keep everything that’s happening between us a secret, and while I know what we share started out that way, I don’t want to keep him a secret any longer.
Looks like he feels the same way.
ak I drove Ryan’s car to Easton’s house, a bundle of nerves the entire way.
I walk up to the house, giving myself a pep talk and before I even have a chance to ring the doorbell, the door swings open.
Easton is standing there, a smile on his face.
He takes my hand and pulls me inside, interlacing our fingers together as he shuts the door and leads me into the giant living room.
His father sits in a recliner, watching the local evening news.
He grabs a remote and pauses the news, smiling at me.
“Who’s this, Easton?”
“Dad, this is my girlfriend, Harper.
Ryan’s twin sister,”
Easton says.
He sounds so serious.
Also a little nervous.
“Ah, Ryan’s sister, Nice to see you again, Harper.
Want to sit down?”
He gestures toward the empty couch.
We settle in together, Easton pressed against my side, our hands still clasped.
I can tell he’s still nervous by the little smile he flashes my way.
“How’s school going for you, Harper? Excited about graduating?”
“Yes.”
I nod, gripping Easton’s hand tighter.
“Definitely trying to enjoy my senior year though.”
“Wonderful.”
His dad turns the news back on and Easton rolls his eyes, making me cover my mouth so I don’t laugh out loud.
“_.the school district has suspended administrator Leigh Scott without pay while they investigate her for inappropriate conduct with a minor.
According to reports, Scott was involved with a student last year under the guise of offering college counseling and helping him prepare his applications.
No other students have come forward indicating involvement with Scott, and the district as well as the police, plan on interviewing the student involved in the case.” My entire body goes cold as all the blood rushes through me, leaving me lightheaded.
Oh my God, I think I might faint.
I fall heavily against the couch, my fingers like ice as Easton clutches them tight.
“You okay?”
he murmurs.
“Easton, that’s at your school.
Do you know the young man they’re talking about?”
his father asks.
“Does he need legal advice? I could help him out.”
“Nope, I don’t know him,”
Easton bites out, sending me a warning look.
Easton
The dinner with my parents started out like a total shit show, but at least ended on a positive note.
Once we moved past the local news reporting on me and Leighlike what the actual fuck-Mom called us into the dining room where she had a huge spread of food laid out in dishes like she made it.
I know for a fact she’s too damn busy to cook and ordered everything from her favorite Italian restaurant, but I never said a word.
Neither did Mom.
In fact, she basked in Harper’s lavish praise about the delicious meal and pretended to be modest.
Like her
“making”
dinner was no big deal.
Whatever.
If Mom wants Harper to think she’s an expert on Italian cuisine, I don’t care.
We hung out for a while after dinner at the table, making small talk, my parents asking Harper an endless string of questions.
She answered every one of them like a champ, never letting her poise slip in front of them.
Damn, she made me proud.
I walked her out to Ryan’s car and I climb inside with her, kissing her for a solid thirty minutes before she finally, reluctantly left.
I went to bed with a smile on my face.
Still was wearing that smile when I walked into school this morning.
And then during first period, I got called into the principal’s office.
The moment I walked inside, the serious expressions on everyone’s faceand there are at least five people crammed into the office, two of them I don’t recognizesends a spiral of dread through me.
“Easton.
Sit down.”
Principal Jenkins indicates the empty chair in front of his desk.
I settle in, glancing around.
“What’s this about?”
“These detectives here would like to speak to you.”
Jenkins waves his hand toward the man and woman I don’t recognize.
“About theincident between you and Mrs.
Scott.”
I keep my face completely neutral.
“What incident?”
“The allegations that have been made in regards to you being…
involved with Mrs.
Scott.”
Principal Jenkins actually squirms in his seat.
“I know this won’t be easy to talk about, and of course we’ll leave you alone with the detectives so you can speak freely
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
Panic races through me, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.
I send a quick glance in the detectives’ direction and I can tell they’re not liking what I’m saying.
Well tough shit.
No way do I want to talk to them and turn this into a big deal by getting the police involved.
I’m going to deny anything even happened.
Jenkins frowns.
“What do you mean, young man?”
“I mean what I say.
Nothing happened between Mrs.
Scott and I.” I sit up straighter, rendering my expression into stone.
“Yeah, she helped me out by having me work on a couple of rough drafts for my college essay.
Had me over at her house one night so we could look at college websites together, but that’s it.” Jenkins openly sneers, like he just sniffed someone’s stinky ass.
“You were at Mrs.
Scott’s house?”
“Yeah.
Her husband was there too.” He was that one night, upstairs asleep in their bed while I banged Leigh on the kitchen counter.
“It was all on the up and up.
I know it’s not standard for a student to be at a counselor’s house in the evening, but that’s about as inappropriate as it gets between Mrs.
Scott and I.”
“Really.”
The female detective’s flat tone tells me she thinks I’m full of shit.
She’s the only smart one in this roam.
“Yeah.”
I meet her gaze, never backing down.
“Really.”
“Well.”
Principal Jenkins clears his throat, resting his clutched hands on top of his desk.
“I see.