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That changes everything.”
“Nothing happened,” I stress, glancing around the room so I can look everyone in the eye.
They can’t bulldoze me into confessing Iwas inappropriately touched or whatever the fuck they’re saying.
I wanted it.
I made it happen between Leigh and I.
Yeah, I also was a minor at the time, but I don’t need any more trouble in my life.
I’m over it.
Done.
“Are you sure, son?”
Jenkins asks, his voice lowering.
Like he’s the overly concerned, fatherfigure of the school.
“I’m positive,”
I say, matching his tone of voice.
Trying to sound like the prodigal son.
Jenkins leans back in his chair, his smile of satisfaction indicating me pleading my case actually worked.
“I think we’ve solved your case,” Jenkins crows to the detectives, who look like they want to murder me where I sit.
Specifically, the female detective.
The glare on her face is unmistakable.
“Easton, you can go ahead and leave, son.
Make sure and grab an excuse slip from my secretary on your way out.”
hightail it out of there as quickly as I can, stopping at the secretary’s desk and putting on the charm while I wait for her to fill out the slip so I can get back into class.
Once she hands it over, I leave the office, dashing into the bathroom to take a quick piss before I head back to sit through the rest of first period.
Though it’s almost finished.
I could just wait around for a few minutes in the hall and the bell will eventually ring.
“You’re a liar.”
I stop in my tracks, glancing over my shoulder to see the female detective standing in front of me, her hands on her hips.
I turn to fully face her.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
She takes a couple of steps closer, her expression one of pure determination.
“You’re lying.
You had a relationship with Leigh Scott.
You’re protecting her.
Why, I don’t know.
She’s a predator, Easton.
She used you.”
This bitch has no idea what she’s talking about.
“You’ve got it all wrong-“
She holds up her hand, silencing me.
“Keep your lame ass story to yourself.
It’s not working for me.
You’re lucky there’s no evidence, or your one true love would be locked up in jail and have to register as a child sex offender for the rest of her life.”
My jaw drops, shocked at the way the detective is speaking to me.
“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Oh, but I do.
And I can guarantee I’ll see you soon, Easton.” She turns on her heels and walks away, my gaze staying on her until she disappears around the corner.
Fuck.
More trouble that I don’t need.Why can’t I ever catch a break?
Harper
Easton is pale.
Normally his skin is a healthy tan, his good looks are so ridiculously hot that I want to strangle him then kiss him right afterward.
I’m next to my locker when he walks up, hands shoved into his jeans, posture stiff.
“Sup?”
I snort out a laugh.
“Did you just bro talk me?”
“Huh?”
He scratches his head, completely distracted.
I mimic his movements, then give him a slight shove.
“Yeah okay, bruh, what you wanna do later, dude, wanna hit the pavement, go for a smoke, shoot some hoops and”
“-Are you high?”
He leans in, and the smell of his cologne has me dizzy with want.
“And why wouldn’t you share?”
Flirtatious Easton is back.
The one I’m obsessed with.
The one I need more than anything, despite how frustrated I get with him on a daily basis.
He’s mine.
All mine.
I just wish all this bullshit would go away so we could have more time to figure out what we are, how we work, and what this means before graduation.
Ugh.
“Not high.”
I wrap my arms around his waist.
“You just seem distant…”
We have at least half the day left before we can go home-before I can go home with him, even if that means I’m just going to be in the backseat of his super sexy Jeep.
“Yeah okay boomer,”
he jokes.
“I’m fine, I promise.”
Our foreheads touch and I forget all about the worries I have as people whistle and pass us as they walk down the hallway.
“I just had a moment.
Plus all this shit is getting really ridiculous.”
He pulls away briefly and looks around like he’s paranoid about something when what looks like a police officer makes her way down the hall.
She’s in black pants, and a tightly tucked in blue shirt with a badge, okay so yeah totally a police officer attached to her belt.
She stops by us, her sneer so apparent I want to vomit.
Does she know? Is that why he’s acting weird? He doesn’t so much as flinch as he wraps an arm around me and turns.
“Have a great day.”
Her eyes narrow.
“Girlfriend?”
“Yes,”
I answer for him and stick out my hand.
“My name’s Harper.”
“How…”
She throws on her black aviators.
“Lovely for you…”
I flinch and drop my hand as mid-life crisis stomps past us like it’s the time of the month and the world ran out of Advil and tampons.
“What the hell was that about?”
I say out loud.
Easton is tense but manages a shrug.
“Who knows…she’s old? Botox isn’t working? Fillers don’t do shit? Hates her job? A woman in a man’s world? Take your pick, I mean really…fuck.”
He spins me toward him.
“What if we skip?”
“Skip what?”
I frown.
“Life?”
He jokes.
“Okay not life, but what if we skip the rest of school, run back to our houses, pack, and go to my parents’ cabin for the weekend?”
I’d heard so many epic things about his cabin.
According to school gossip, his cabin was like this mansion right on the lake and only the most popular kids had been invited over the last few years.
I used to have serious envy when Ryan would go because duh, best friend.
And now he wants me to go?
“Just us?”
I ask.
“Over my dead body.”
Ryan suddenly appears, scaring the shit out of us.
Sadie is leaning against his side, her head laying on his shoulder.
Damn they are moving weirdly fast if they’re showing that much PDA during school hours.
Wow, I just sounded like my mom.
I cringe and look toward Easton.
“You know I’d never leave you out.” Easton bumps fists with my brother.
“So you in? Should we just take off?”
Ryan snorts.
“Who the hell are you going to get to write you an excuse since Mrs.”