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“Go fuck yourself.”
I stop in the living room, seeing the guys through the patio door. I can’t return to the backyard and pretend nothing has happened between Blake and me. Ryan will know within a second and every secret will come tumbling out.
My only option is to get out of here.
I catch Blake’s stare one last time, my lips tightening the moment I see his smugness.
“Have fun lying to Ryan, you pathetic piece of shit.”
He chuckles.
“I’m the pathetic one?”
I don’t respond and I hear him following me to the door. With my hand on the knob, I turn around. The hairs of his bun are loosening, and I want to take a pair of scissors and cut the fucking thing off.
I can deny what he saw upstairs and try to smooth things over, or I can confess what he already knows.
I’m going to do something even better.
“It’s on, Blake. It’s fucking on.” I smile.
“There’s only one man who’s going to win that girl and it’s me.”
I flip him off and leave through the front door, climbing into the driver’s seat of my Jeep. I pull out of the driveaway and shoot Ryan a quick text, letting him know something came up and I had to go.
The message sends and my phone starts ringing, Aisha’s name on the screen. If I don’t answer, she’ll just keep calling.
I straighten the wheel and hit the gas, holding the phone to my face.
“What’s up?”
“Why do you sound so out of breath?”
Because I’m fighting off friends who are after my mystery girl and it’s making me crazy.
“I’m not. I’m driving.”
“Come over.”
I slow as I approach the red light.
“Now?”
“Julia is on her way, and she’s offered to write your history paper.”
I wrack my brain, trying to figure out what she’s talking about.
“I have history homework?”
“Seriously, Easton, are you really that dense? You and Julie have history class together and she told me you have a paper due tomorrow and, knowing you, you haven’t written it. Looks like I’m right.”
I spent the entire class fuming, watching Blake like every single one of Harper’s pictures on Instagram. Of course, I missed the teacher giving us an assignment.
There’s no way I’ll get it done by morning, not when the only thing I can think about is how badly I want to be in Harper’s bed right now, my mouth tasting her wetness again.
“All right, I’ll come over,” I reply.
“But I can’t stay long.”
“Why, you have somewhere else you need to be?”
There are so many things I can say, and none will lead to anywhere good.
“See you soon,” I respond and hang up.
I place the phone into the cupholder, and it immediately lights up with a text.
Ryan: I thought we were hanging tonight? What the fuck, man?
Just in case Blake makes any kind of reference to Ryan about Harper and me, I have to protect myself.
Luckily, the perfect excuse just fell in my lap.
Me: Aisha asked me to come over and I bounced. You know how it is-you’ve got to hit it when you can.
It fucking pains me to send that message.
The last thing I want is for anyone to think I’m hooking up with Aisha, but that’s certainly better than telling Ryan I just ate his sister’s pussy and that Blake and I are about to go twelve rounds over her.
Ryan: Staying the night at her place?
Me: Nah, I’ll be home later. Why?
Ryan: Text me on your way home, I’ve got a story to tell you.
A .. story?
I can’t imagine what this one could be about.
Me: You got it.
Harper
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I say to Sadie the second she answers her phone.
“Why? What’s going on?”
I’m huddled on my bed, looking out my window to the backyard where the boys are all sitting around the table, smoking weed.
Everyone except for Easton.
After he told me to go back in my room, a few minutes later I heard his engine rev and I watched him drive away and he hasn’t returned. And now Blake is sitting next to Ryan, the seat Easton had been in.
But I’ve still been watching, waiting, hoping he comes back.
“Blake saw us,” I whisper, even though none of the boys can hear me.
“Saw who?”
“Me and Easton, kissing in the doorway of my bedroom.”
“Whoa.”
“And Easton and Blake got into it and Blake asked me who I liked kissing more.”
“What did you say?”
I run my hand over my forehead, my pick so obvious to both of us.
“Nothing, Easton saved me before I had to answer. Sadie, this is a total nightmare.”
“No, a nightmare will be if Blake tells Ryan. Do you think he’s going to?”
The thought has been haunting me and I don’t know what to do about it. I definitely can’t go downstairs and ask Blake, that’ll just be weird. And I don’t want to ask my
brother to come upstairs so we can talk, that will be even weirder.
When Ryan hears I’ve made out with both of his best friends, he’s going to kill me.
“Oh God,” I groan, rocking over my bed.
“I hope not.”
“What’s happening now? Where are the boys?” I fill her in on the logistics of everyone, and then she asks,
“How long has Easton been gone?”
I glance at the screen of my phone to check the time.
“About twenty minutes. Maybe a little more.”
“You need to call Easton and find out what happened once the boys went downstairs. Before you get into Ryan’s car tomorrow morning for school, you need to know what you’re walking into-whether he’s oblivious or pissed out of his mind.”
My heart is pounding so loud, I can hear it.
I can also hear the choice of words my brother is going to scream at me when the time finally comes. Blake or Easton-I don’t know which one he’ll be angrier about.
“You’re right,” I tell her.
“I’m going to call him right now.”
“Call me back the second you hang up with him.”
“Okay,”
“Wait.”
I freeze, my stomach lurching at the thought that there might be more. I hold my breath and say softly,
“What?”
“Who’s at your house?”
In case anything has changed in the last few minutes, I gently lift the curtain to take another peek outside.
“Just the boys-Blake, Ryan, and the usual crew. Why?”
I could hear her smiling.
“Just checking, you know, for stalker purposes.”
I’m having a mental breakdown and my best friend is concerned there might be a girl here, vying for Ryan’s attention.
I can’t even with her.
“I wish you could see how hard I’m rolling my eyes.” I make sure my voice shows how annoyed I am.
“I’ll call you in a sec. Bye.”
I disconnect our call and find Easton in my Contacts, holding the phone to my face as it rings.
“Why am I not surprised to see Miss Desperate is calling,” a girl says into the phone.
“How many times a day do you call Easton? A hundred?”
I check my screen to make sure I’ve called the right number. My stomach drops when I see that I have.
“God, you’re so pathetic, Harper,” she continues,
“you’ll do anything for attention, won’t you?”
I don’t need to ask who it is.
I know.
And now that my stomach has lowered as far as it will go, it starts to churn.
“Aisha, why are you answering Easton’s phone?”
My chest aches as every possibility begins to run through my head.
He was just at my house and now, he’s with her?
Like a switch, he just keeps flipping between us.
Each time, my heart breaks a little more.
“Easton is”-she giggles so loudly,”tied up at the moment. Or, should I say, I’ve tied him up. But his mouth is far too busy to speak to you.”
His . mouth?
The same one that was between my legs tonight.
The same one that made me come so hard, I saw stars.
And now he’s licking her?
I really am going to be sick.
“Ahhh,” she moans. It’s the same sound I made when he was going down on me.
“Easton, oh my God, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
I can’t believe I’m hearing this.
I can’t believe he’s doing that to her.
I can’t believe he let her answer his phone while they’re in the middle of hooking up.
My entire body starts to shake.
“Miss Desperate ” She pauses to release these tiny bursts of air, the same way! do when he’s sucking my nipples.
“I’m going to have his mouth tied up for a very long time, so don’t hold your breath, it may be a while before he calls you back.”
Tears fill my eyes
My mouth waters.