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“Until my brother calls him and he rushes off without telling me what’s going on,” I say bitterly.
“It makes no sense.”
Sadie whips her phone out. I’ll call Ryan and ask him what’s going on. I bet he’ll tell me.”
I lift a brow but say nothing. My brother is more closed-lipped than Eastort and that’s saying a lot. Ryan doesn’t tell me anything about his life, especially not lately. I barely know what’s going on between him and Sadie.
Neither of them is talking to me about it, and I’ve been so wrapped up in my own bullshit that I haven’t asked them either. I need to though.
I need to be a better friend.
Sadie presses her phone against her ear and I can hear ringing. The gruff sound of my brother’s voice when he snaps at her,
“What?”
Nice greeting. No hello or hey Sadie.
“Hi.” Sadie sends me an unsure look before she says,
“What are you doing right now? Want to get together?”
Ryan’s so loud, I can hear every word he’s saying.
“I’m busy. Can I call you later?”
Before she can respond yes or no, he ends the call
Sadie pulls the phone away from her face, frowning at the screen.
“What the hell?”
“I guess he’s being just as elusive as my boyfriend.”
A little thrill moves through me at saying the word boyfriend, despite my frustration with Easton.
..
“Maybe they’re going to take out Aisha. Together.” Sadie smiles, and there’s an evil gleam in her eye.
We both suspect Aisha is the one who wrote whore on our garage door. It just makes the most sense. She must’ve faked being out of town so she could do it.
That girl hates me with everything she’s got, and I feel the same way about her.
God, she’s the worst.
“She cornered me in the hallway earlier,” I admit.
Sadie’s gaze narrows.
“What did that bitch say to you now?”
“Awful things about Easton. Trying to allude they’re somehow still hooking up.”
“Impossible.”
Is it though? She knew things she shouldn’t. I want to trust Easton and that he wouldn’t commit to me while keeping Aisha on the side but..
He makes it so damn difficult sometimes.
“She also accused me of being a boring virgin,” I admit.
“I hate her so damn much.” Sadie shakes her head.
“She’s awful.”
“I know. But how would she know I was a virgin? That part bothers me the most. To the point I had to ask Easton if he told her.”
Sadie gapes at me.
“What did he say?”
“He denied it, of course.” I wrap my arms around myself, running my hands up and down my suddenly cold arms.
“I want to believe him ”
Sadie makes a scoffing noise.
“Oh come on, Harper. He would never tell her that.”
“Then how did she know?”
“Girl, it was pretty obvious. You keep to yourself for the most part. Rarely, if ever, talk to boys at school. You’ve never had a boyfriend. Never really been seen on campus with any boys at all, until recently. And,”
“Okay, okay, I see where you’re coming from.” I’m vaguely irritated by my best friend pointing out all the reasons Aisha could assume I was a virgin, but deep down, I know Sadie’s right.
It was definitely obvious.
“She took a guess, and she was right.” Sadie makes a disgusted face.
“Still isn’t cool she said all that shit to you though. God, I hate her.”
“Me too,” I agree.
“I’m positive she’s the one who did that to my garage door.”
“What are you going to do? Were your parents super pissed? Did they call the cops?”
I sigh.
“They wanted to, but Ryan convinced them they shouldn’t. He promised he’d find out who did it, and put it on some jealous girls from school.”
“Ryan’s not wrong.”
“I don’t understand why Aisha hates me so much.” I collapse on the couch, watching as my friend settles on the loveseat across from me.
“What did I ever do to her?”
“Steal her man.”
“I don’t think Easton was ever her man in the first place.” I scowl, thinking of her mentioning the scar on his private parts. It sucks that she knows about it, because it means she’s been up close and personal with Easton’s junk.
I can’t stand the thought, so I shove it out of my brain.
“We need to get her back,” I say, clutching my hands into fists.
“I need to get revenge on Aisha.”
“You sure you want to do that?”
glance up when I hear the caution in Sadie’s voice.
“Why wouldn’t I? She’s made my life a living hell lately.”
“She can do worse damage. I don’t know if I’d mess with her.” Sadie’s gaze is serious as she stares at me.
“She’s as mean as a snake, Harper. And her bite is full of venom.”
Easton
There are black spray paint cans in the back of Blake’s car, which is the same color that was used on the garage door. That’s why Ryan called me over here to this stupid restaurant.
It wasn’t Aisha who spray painted whore on their garage door.
It was fucking Blake.
“I’m going to kill him.”
I start toward the restaurant entrance but Ryan darts in front of me, shoving at my chest and stopping me.
“Calm the fuck down, dude. We have to approach this right.”
“I’m going to. I’m going to kill him.” My voice is calm. Way too calm. I’m ready to tear that motherfucker from limb to limb. Rip his face off and shove it down his throat. Kick him so hard in the dick that he’ll never be able to father children.
Ever.
“No, you’re not. You can’t go into that restaurant and make a scene. Blake will deny everything and they’ll kick your ass out of the place.” Ryan shakes his head, his hands still on my chest, restraining me.
“We need proof. Evidence.”
“Photos?” I ask.
Ryan nods.
“If I let you go right now, you promise you won’t run into that restaurant?”
I could lie and say yes. Then find my way in there anyway and shove my fist into Blake’s smug face.
But maybe Ryan’s right. We need to approach this situation carefully. Methodically. Harper will have a hard time believing Blake did this. She’s firmly set on Aisha being responsible.
“Promise,” I say, my gaze meeting Ryan’s.
We stand in the parking lot, staring at each other before Ryan finally, reluctantly releases his hold on me.
Only for a second am I tempted to go into the restaurant but I tell myself to calm the fuck down and head back for Blake’s car, whipping out my phone so I can start taking photos.
It’s hard to focus through the tinted back windows, but I manage to get some decent shots. Ryan takes photos too, an endless stream of them, his expression turning darker and darker with every shot.
“He’s one of my best fucking friends,” Ryan mutters.
“I can’t believe he did this.”
Ryan feels just as betrayed as I do, which infuriates me all over again.
“We’re going to destroy him.” Ryan glances over at me when I speak.
“He can’t get away with this. He fucked with you. He fucked with me. And he fucked with Harper.”
“What, he wanted Harper too and he’s pissed he didn’t get his chance?” Ryan shakes his head.
“I still don’t know how this all started.”
I’m not about to explain myself. I can’t tell Ryan I kissed and groped his sister multiple times before even knowing who the hell she was. How I bullied her and treated her like absolute shit. Fingered her in the goddamn janitor’s closet for God’s sake.
Yeah. Ryan doesn’t need to hear any of that.
“He saw me with Harper and decided to fuck with me,” I say, because it’s all I got.
“That’s messed up.” Ryan shakes his head, glancing down at his phone when it starts to ring. He makes a face and answers it.
“What?”
I can hear Sadie asking what he’s doing and if he wants to get together.
“I’m busy right now. Can I call you later?” He ends the call before she can answer him, the savage.
“I don’t have time for her right now.”
I have a sneaking suspicion she’s with Harper, and they’re trying to figure out what the hell we’re doing.
“They’re probably together.”
“Who?”
“Your sister and Sadie.”
Ryan rolls his eyes.
“Great. They’re probably conspiring with each other.”
Probably coming up with ways to string me up by the balls, but I can’t worry about that right now.
I’ll make it up to Harper later. I hate that I ditched her, but shit.
Seeing those spray paint cans in the back of Blake’s car was fucking worth it.
“Shit! Duck!” Ryan grabs my shirt and yanks me down so we’re crouched behind a car.
“What the hell?” I jerk out of his hold.
“What’s going on?”
Ryan holds his finger to his lips before he slowly rises, peeking over the side of the car. I do the same.
Just in time to see Blake exiting the restaurant.
With
Aisha?
What the fuck?
Blake walks her to her vehicle, dropping a quick kiss on her cheek before she climbs inside. He strolls toward his own car, whistling, his hands in his pockets, as casual as shit, like he doesn’t have a single problem in his life.
He has no idea what I could do to him. What Ryan will do to him too. He has a whole mess of problems hanging over his head, and every one of them has my name on it.
The moment he’s pulling out of the parking lot, following after Aisha, we both stand up straight, heading for our vehicles. Anger radiates off of Ryan in palpable waves and I’m sure I’m giving off the same vibe
“We could follow him,” I say, my voice low.