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Sadie puts her hand on mine.
“Let’s talk about the good stuff before we talk about the asshole we’re going to kill later.”
I smile at that.
“Fine.”
“How was it?” Her smile is so wide I swear her face is going to break in half. When I don’t say anything, she gives me a light shove.
“Come on, there’s no way in hell he took you back here to bake cookies!”
“We could have baked cookies.” I grab a piece of hair and wrap it around my finger.
“So, cookies make you blush like that?”
“Maybe it’s the chocolate?” I joke.
She shoves me harder.
“Details, girl!”
I laugh and try not to feel too embarrassed that we’re sitting on the same bed he took my virginity on.
“It was everything I imagined it would be and more.”
“Awww! So, he was .” She trails off like she’s embarrassed.
“Incredible,” I finish.
“He was selfless, sexy, just, everything.” I sigh and try not to melt into a puddle at her feet.
“I mean at first, you know.” I shrug.
“ and then his focus was just on me, on us, I just wish ” I look toward the window.
“I wish it wouldn’t have been ruined by Aisha.”
“Aisha?” she repeats.
“What makes you think she’s the one who spray-painted that?”
I shrug.
“She truly has it out for me, that’s why.”
Sadie’s quiet.
“Well, it could be Blake too. Rumor has it he punched his own car yesterday after you guys left and went on a tirade.”
I frown.
“Blake? No, he wouldn’t.”
“Trust me,” she says.
“Everyone saw it, some got it on social media even, he was pissed.” Sadie looks uncomfortable for a minute.
“Plus, Ryan and I may have stalked Aisha on social media last night and noticed in her stories that she’s out of town.”
A chill wracks my body.
“Really?”
“Yup.” She nods.
“She left right after school and took Julia with her.”
I make a face then slowly turn toward her.
“You and Ryan?”
“Hmm ” She starts playing with her hair.
“What were you doing last night anyway? He never came home.”
Sadie bites down on her lower lip.
“We were definitely not playing Monopoly.”
Thankful for the distraction, I shove her off the bed onto her ass, she’s sitting on the floor smirking up at me.
“You little hussy!”
“I’m the hussy?” she asks innocently.
“Go look after your brother, guys an animal when he’s,”
I shake my head and start to plug my ears.
She laughs and lays down on the ground.
“God, I miss that mouth.”
“Nope!” I plug my ears harder.
“Some things you can’t unhear!”
She moves back to the bed and sobers.
“Honestly though, the only other person is Blake.”
“Nice subject change.”
“Because I’m worried ” She puts her hand on mine.
“If it’s him ”
“It’s not,” I say quickly.
“He would never. Trust me, I know him.”
“Do you, though?”
I look toward the door and swallow. Is someone out there? Sadie grabs my attention again by going to the window and watching Ryan paint.
“Damn, he’s hot.”
“My brother,” I remind her.
“Fully aware.” She grins and stares down at her hands, then looks up.
“I really like him.”
“I know.” I put an arm around her.
“Aw, look at us, growing up.”
She laughs and shoves me away.
“I didn’t say I slept with him, unlike some people ”
I roll my eyes and feel myself blushing.
“Very funny.”
“Are you happy?” she asks honestly.
I nod.
“Yeah, I am. Easton makes me happy.”
“I think anyone who saw you two the other day would agree. Maybe that’s why we need to not forget the look on Blake’s face, he truly thought he was in the running, you know? He was pursuing you.”
I frown, hating that we’re even having this discussion.
“But to go that far? If he really likes me, you’d think he’d try to actually do things for me, not write whore on my garage.”
“Look, I agree, but all I’m saying is, he’s the next one that makes sense. I just wish you had cameras outside, so we knew.”
I frown.
“How did you know anyway? I texted you, and you were already here.”
She holds up her phone.
“Ryan took a photo and sent it to me, I think he meant to say something but probably saw Easton standing there and lost all brain cells.”
I sigh and slump against the bed.
“I hope they don’t kill each other.”
“He’ll get over it one day.” She nudges me with her elbow.
“In the meantime, let’s cheer up, grab some ice cream and go watch some Netflix, yeah?”
I nod.
“We should see if the guys want to hang out.”
“Weird.” She gets up and walks toward the door.
“We have guys now.”
“Agreed.” I look back at my bed and try not to blush.
Everything is different now.
I just hope that it gets better, not worse.
With a sigh, I open up my bedroom door and freeze.
It’s Easton standing there, face unreadable.
“Hey, can we talk?”
Easton
I shouldn’t have eavesdropped, but the minute I heard Blake’s name, I froze in place. Was she actually defending that asshole? Even after last night? After everything that happened between us? How was she so blind to that guy’s manipulations? I’m so livid I want to break the door down.
Instead, I stand there and keep listening.
No shit, Ryan and Sadie hooked up.
I should probably thank her for at least calming him down a bit, otherwise, I’d be dead at this point
Is that why he’s restraining himself? The minute she showed up and walked into the house, I nearly smacked him with a paintbrush, the guy went so still, I was genuinely concerned for his mental health.
The door opens.
Sadie gives me a wide-eyed look, then makes an excuse and bolts down the hall and down the stairs.
Harper gulps as I walk her backward into her room, shutting the door behind me and locking it. Her parents are downstairs getting lunch ready and I’m fucking famished.
I want to attack her, slam her against the wall, and strip her naked. Damn, I miss her taste already. School is going to be absolute torture, isn’t it?
“Aisha’s not in town,” I say, itching to pull her into my arms.
She sighs and looks away.
“I know, Sadie told me.”
“So why are you defending that asshole?”
Harper chews her bottom lip.
“We don’t know it’s him, and why would he go to that level?”
“Why?” My laugh sounds crazy.
“Are you serious? Because he lost! Because he wants you and is pissed as hell that he can’t have you. I mean, seriously, take your pick.”
Her eyes narrow. Shit. I know that look, it’s not a good one, it’s one that says I need to apologize for everything even if I’m not sure what I did wrong.
“So, I’m something to win.”
“Why are girls the worst sometimes?” I mutter and stretch my arms over my head in frustration.
“No, not because you’re an object, but because he has pride, and it was seriously hammered yesterday in front of the entire school. Come on, you know me better than that. Trust me, if I thought I’d won, I’d be gone.”
“But you did kind of win.” She points out.
“I don’t win until everyone knows you’re mine, until you’re in my arms and bed on a . weekly basis, until I get to walk around the school and claim you in front of everyone. Winning lasts more than one moment.”
Her cheeks burn red.
“That was actually really romantic.”
Ilaugh, I can’t help it.