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“Thanks,” I hear him say, then glance up and smile.
“I needed a good idea for his present and my brain is fried.”
“Stop with the weed.” She smiles.
“You’re just killing brain cells.”
He laughs. I have some to spare.”
“Do you though?” I interject fully looking like a jealous idiot.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh.” Harper blushes.
“It’s Ryan’s birthday soon and Blake wants to earn extra friend points by getting him something better than you.”
I gawk.
“And you’re helping him?”
“He bought me coffee.” She smiles.
The only response I can think of is, who gave you orgasms yesterday? Me.
I’m the mother fucking winner in this scenario.
You’re. Welcome
Instead I just stand there like an idiot.
“That means it’s your birthday soon.”
Blake slowly claps and stands.
“He’s so good at math.”
I flip him off, today is so not the day to piss me off, not after touching her, being half naked with her, how the hell is she not effected by this, I’m almost offended at how chill she seems.
“Harper can I talk to you real quick?”
The bell rings. I curse it to Hell while she shoots me an apologetic look and grabs her backpack and a protein bar from the table.
“I owe you.” Blake says.
“How about dinner?”
The protein bar freezes half way to her mouth as she whispers.
“Huh?”
“Dinner.” He shoves his hands into his black joggers.
“As a thank you, I’ll take you to dinner, will only stare at your tits like twice while lying about being lost in your eyes and will attempt to feed you without grabbing your ass.”
She laughs.
Actually laughs like he’s funny and then looks at me.
I scowl.
“What? You need permission to go to dinner with Blake from me?”
Her expression goes dark.
I shrug, angry that I’m angry, angry that he’s asking her to dinner and I had my fingers inside her without even taking her on a date.
“No, I guess I don’t.”
“You don’t.” I repeat.
“Oh and Blake, be careful, the last thing you want is Ryan killing you because you ate out his sister.” I snap my fingers.
“I mean took out his sister, sorry.”
Harper drops the protein bar onto the table, eyes wide and full of hurt, hurt I put there by being myself- and jealous of the ass hat who keeps looking between us like he’s going to figure out why she looks ready to cry and I look ready to burn the world.
“Here,” Harper looks away from me. Tll give you my number ”
I hate that Blake looks like he won the lottery and that he has an in now, and that I pushed her directly into his waiting man whore hands.
Blake types it in her phone then hands it back.
I’m so still I’m barely breathing
I’m pissed.
Livid.
Blake says something else I can’t even hear above my own breathing and walks off. Harper starts to follow. I chase after her, grab her by the arm and pull her down the history aisle. Dusty books and the smell of paper surround us as I pin her against the bookcase.
“What the hell are you doing?
Her eyes search mine and then she leans in and whispers in my ear.
“Eating.”
I feel my control breaking.
“You only eat at my house.”
“Oh?” Her eyebrows shoot up.
“Is that right?”
“My food is better.” I snap.
She eyes me up and down.
“Is it though?”
I lose all control, my forehead presses against hers, my bodys’ on fire as I hold her captive and say.
“Don’t act like a slut-you don’t want another mishap like yesterday.”
She tries to slap me.
I grab her by the wrist, my fingers digging into her skin.
Tears well in her eyes.
And I like it.
I like that I make her react.
I’m a sick bastard because it makes me feel weirdly proud that out of all the guys in our school, I’m the only one who can make her scream in pleasure or pain-me.
She jerks away from me,
“You’re such a-“
I cut her off with a kiss.
She wraps her arms around me.
Someone gasps.
Something falls against the ground, we both turn.
It’s fucking Sadie.
Harper
Sadie!
My heart pounds through my chest as I stare at my best friend, her mouth hanging open, her eyes so wide they look like they’re about to pop. The books that she was holding are now on the floor, her expression telling me she dropped them out of shock
I feel the same.
Air is no longer moving through my lungs. My hands shake as they cling behind Easton’s back, my arms around him, our bodies pressing together.
There’s no question in my mind, Sadie saw everything-the way Easton was ravishing my lips, the placement of his hands, the hunger that’s currently dissolving from my eyes
“I
“I start, looking at Easton, my head jumbled with thoughts, none of them clear enough aside from how fucked this situation is.
With his gaze on mine, he takes a step back, his lips still wet from our kiss.
“We’ll talk later, Harper.”
He walks down the rest of the history aisle, disappearing around the corner, leaving me with my best friend who I know is full of questions.
She picks up her books and hugs them to her chest.
“I ran into Blake in the hallway and asked him if he’d seen you, he said I’d find you in here. I couldn’t remember when our Chem homework is due, and
I knew you’d know. Girl, never did I expect to find you lip-locked with Easton.” Her smile grows.
“But hell fucking yes is all I can say.”
I close the distance between us and loop my arm through hers. I lead her into a more private corner of the library, where Easton and I should have been in the first place rather than the middle of a popular aisle.
The truth is, we shouldn’t have been making out at all.
Even if I’ve been enjoying it, I’ve officially lost my damn mind.
The second we land against the wall, Sadie says,
“Spill it, girl. I want every detail, leave nothing out.”
“You have to promise you won’t say a word of this to Ryan.”
Her brows furrow.
“Hello, girl code. Duh.”
I sigh.
“But you’re in love with my brother, so girl code is a little iffy in this situation.”
She sticks her books in her bag, freeing her hands, which rest against my shoulders.
“I promise-on my life-you have my word.” Her fingers squeeze.
“Harp, you’re my best friend, you know I always have your back and I’d never play you wrong.”
I feel guilty for even mentioning it, but I simply can’t take the risk of Ryan finding out. He’ll kill us and my random pop ins, like when Ryan walked into Easton’s house and found me in the kitchen, won’t seem so random to my brother.
“We’ve been hooking up-ish.”
She giggles.
“It looked a lot more than ish to me.”
Why am I having such a hard time telling Sadie about Easton?
Is it because he’s the first guy I’ve ever done anything with? The first time I’ve ever had to have a conversation like this?
Or because the feelings I have for Easton are more serious than I thought?
I don’t know
But I do know this conversation feels as intimate as the places he’s touched on my body.
more private corner of the library, where Easton and I should have been in the first place rather than the middle of a popular aisle.
The truth is, we shouldn’t have been making out at all.
Even if I’ve been enjoying it, I’ve officially lost my damn mind.
The second we land against the wall, Sadie says,
“Spill it, girl. I want every detail, leave nothing out.”
“You have to promise you won’t say a word of this to Ryan.”
Her brows furrow.
“Hello, girl code. Duh.”
I sigh.
“But you’re in love with my brother, so girl code is a little iffy in this situation.”
She sticks her books in her bag, freeing her hands, which rest against my shoulders.
“I promise-on my life-you have my word.” Her fingers squeeze.