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“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,
“Spillit, 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.
I check both sides of the enclosed area, making sure no one has joined us. With the coast clear, I add,
“It hasn’t been going on for very long and honestly, there isn’t much to tell, just a few occasions
“A few? And you haven’t told me about any of them?” She gently pushes my shoulder.
“You dirty girl, how have you been keeping this from me?”
The guilt is eating me up inside.
“I’ve just been so worried that Ryan-and the rest of the school-is going to find out. Please don’t be upset, Sadie. I need you now more than ever.”
Her fingers play with the ends of my hair.
“You’ve always had a crush on him, but something tells me this is more.”
We don’t have the kind of friendship where I even have to answer, she can read my thoughts, and I watch them register on her face.
“This is the real deal-your first love. He better not hurt you.”
“It’s too late for that.”
Her eyes widen. T’ll kill him
“I’m just saying he has the power to.” i take a breath, knowing he’s already hurt me, but if I tell Sadie that, she’ll kill him, and then she’ll most definitely tell Ryan.
“We both know Easton doesn’t do relationships. Besides, he’s Ryan’s best friend. Can’t you see where this is going? And how it’s going to end?”
“Harper, there must be a way.”
The bell rings, signaling we have five minutes to get to class, and I still have to stop at my locker to get my books for next period.
“I don’t see how. First, we’d have to convince Easton to settle down and after conquering that impossible task, we’d have to convince Ryan not to murder the both of us.”
“I’ll take care of Ryan.”
“Really?” I search her face.
“And how do you plan to do that?”
A grin creeps across her mouth again.
“Ryan and I have been talking more.”
“Like talking, talking?”
She shrugs.
“I guess we’ve both been keeping secrets from each other.”
I grab her hand, locking our pinkies together, something we’ve done since we were kids.
“No more secrets?”
“Promise.”
“Then, I need to hear all the details about where you and Ryan are headed-minus the stuff that will make me want to dry heave.”
“Deal.”
I glance down at my watch, seeing I only have three minutes to get to Spanish class.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll see you after school?”
She nodded,
“Tll give you a ride home.”
I release our grip and hurry into the stairwell. I haven’t descended more than a few steps when I feel someone behind me.
Someone who causes tingles to erupt across my entire body.
Someone whose scent wraps around my nose, like hands circling my waist.
I look over my shoulder, my eyes connecting with Easton’s.
“You’re following me now?”
He huffs.
“You wouldn’t be so lucky.”
I stop at the landing, and he halts only feet away.
“What do you want?”
“Is Sadie going to keep her mouth shut?”
“Of course.”
“What did you tell her?”
He isn’t acting paranoid, more like he’s scanning the cards in his hand, getting to know each possible play.
My eyes narrow as I take in his lips, remembering how they tasted when we kissed.
“There really isn’t anything to tell her. Right?”
“Right.” He points at the pocket that’s holding my phone.
“You can tell her that you’ve now saved Blake’s number in your phone.”
“Why would I bring that up?”
A smirk spreads across his handsome face.
“I just think it’s funny ” He moves in closer now that it’s only the two of us in the stairwell.
“You have his number saved, but not the guy whose mouth has been all over your body.”
I feel weak, like his tongue is slowly licking across my breasts.
“Easton-“I start, my voice cut off when he rushes down the remaining stairs, leaving me completely alone.
Easton
I can’t believe Blake even bothered to save his number in Harper’s phone. It’s not like he actually gives a shit about her or wants anything more than her pussy. His game is the same as mine-sleep with the hottest girls in our school and bust out of here the second we graduate.
But it takes balls to tread on our best friend’s sister.
Can’t I say the same thing about me?
No.
The same isn’t true at all because the first time my mouth was on her, I didn’t know it was Harper. The second time, in her cat costume, I didn’t know either. She was just Mystery Girll to me.
But now?
Fuck.
She’s a goddamn tease with the tightest ass and a rack unlike I’ve ever touched before, nipples. I want to pull into my mouth and bite.
My dick is getting hard again as I find my seat in the last row of English class.
And to think the hard-on Harper had given me in the library had just died down, but it’s back and roaring to be inside of her.
“Easton, you’re late,” my teacher says the moment my ass hits the chair.
“Sorry, traffic jam in the stairwell. Won’t happen again.”
Ryan turns toward me from three rows ahead and laughs. He’s looking all studious with his notebook in front of him, pencil in hand, his gaze now on our teacher who’s going over the chapters that had been assigned as homework last night.
Chapters I haven’t read because I spent the night with Harper instead.
I’m going to have to copy Ryan’s notes after school, there’s no way I can pay attention right now.
Not when his sister is owning every thought in my head.
I need to see more of Harper and decide to stalk Sadie’s Instagram to make that happen, so I reach into the top of my bookbag, secretly sliding my phone into my hand. As I touch the screen, I hide behind the kid in front of me to make sure the teacher can’t see what I’m doing.
There’s a direct message from Harper waiting for me.
I click on the notification.
Harper: If either of us actually gave a shit except we don’t.
The Blake comment must have made her feel bad.
Part of me thinks that’s adorable.
I quickly check to make sure the teacher still can’t see me, and I switch to text, realizing I hadn’t saved her number in my Contacts.
But then a thought hits me.
What if Ryan sees my screen one day, when my drunk ass is reckless, and I accidentally leave my phone on a table and she happens to message me?
I delete her name and type in Mystery Girl instead.
Me: It’s Easton.
Me: I’m glad you finally realize that neither of us give a shit.
Mystery Girl: Dick.
Me: But one that you like very much, especially when it’s in your mouth and you’re swallowing my cum.
Mystery Girl: You don’t have to remind me of the two seconds you lasted. Unless it meant something to you. Yikes, it sounds like it did.