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“Ah,” I nodded.
“Yeah I can see that, he’s worried you’re worried about the things he’s worried about and”
“Everyone is fucking worried!” She hisses.
“And I just want to be with him and enjoy him and…” She starts tugging her ponytail.
“I want us to be official. Okay?” I smile, I can’t help it.
“Okay, so why not say that?”
“Communication isn’t our strong suit,” she grumbles.
“It’s more like, oh look a mouth I should kiss it, oh look a dick I should”
“Yeah I’m good.” I hold up my hand.
“No need to get descriptive.”
“Sorry,” She laughs.
“But seriously his”
“Time out !” I interrupt.
“Nope, not going there nope. Find a new best friend, ewwwww my brother.” We fall into fits of giggles and soon we’re laying on the ground with pillows surrounding us and blankets, almost like a fort.
“Life is crazy,” I say.
“If you would have told me all this months ago, I would’ve laughed in your face.”
“Yeah.” She grips my hand.
“High school, am I right? It’s both the best and the worst.”
I blow out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
“Right.” She turns on her side and gives me a playful shove.
“I have a good feeling though, about you guys, about me and Ryan, things are finally looking up. Blake hasn’t started shit and Aisha just seems pissed at the world. Maybe they deserve each other.”
“Haha,” I laugh but feel guilty because Blake really has been nice to me, despite what everyone thinks or believes. I frown.
“Hey,” She nudges me.
“Promise me we’ll get a good night’s sleep and stop overthinking things? After all, that’s what girls are so good at and our guys for all their dumb dumbness have been really good, you know? Maybe we should start trusting more and doubting less.” Something makes my chest go tight. It’s my paranoia. Because she’s so freaking right. This whole time I’ve been questioning what’s right in front of me. I nod, then grab my phone and send Easton a quick text to see if he’s okay but also because I miss him and while he couldn’t have stayed the night, I still would have liked more minutes by his side, touching, talking, laughing. Me: Get home okay? Easton: You know it, how’s my girl doing? I smile. Me: Good. Hey thanks for those things you said today… just…I think I needed that. He takes a minute to get back to me then types out. Easton: I’d do anything for you…anything. Me: I know. Easton: Hopefully you’ll never have to know the depths I’ll
go to for you, Harper. Sleep tight, beautiful. Something about the way he says it has me frowning. Me: Sleep well too, I’tl miss you. Easton: Damn cock blocking Sadie. I laugh and text him back. Me: Cut her some slack, she’s feeling things. Easton: I am too…my dick getting hard and my heart missing you. Me: How can that be both romantic and offensive? Easton: It’s a gift, welcome to relationships. My heart does a little skip as I stare at his text, the fact that he’s acknowledging us again just solidifies the way I feel about him, because he gets it too, and he cares, and nothing is going to stand in the way of us being together. Fight me. Me: <3
“Shit I’m tired.” Sadie yawns.
“Let’s go to bed before we get a second wind again, yeah?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I nod and mimic her yawn then plug in my phone and crawl into bed. {t was such a good night. I remember his hands on me, his mouth drawing out every feeling. I memorize everything he said, everything he did and ignore all the red flags that had me wanting to question him. It’s fine. It’s going to be fine. Because what else could possibly go wrong?
Easton The sound of my phone wakes me up.
Not the alarm that is set, giving me just enough time to shower and drive to school.
This is nonstop notifications Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, textsall going off at the same time.
There’s so much buzzing, the vibration almost knocks the phone off my nightstand.
Still half asleep, I grab the phone and quickly scroll through the messages, trying to figure out what’s going on.
It’s too fucking early for something dramatic to have happened, I’m sure of that.
Except I’m wrong.
The second I see the Instagram post I’m tagged in, my back shoots up straight from bed, the blanket falls from my chest, my lips part as anger bolts through my body.
It’s from WHGOSSIP, the account that was opened my freshman year, ran by someone at our school who loves to spread malicious rumors.
They’ve been quiet since the school year started, but now they have a tip to share, which has been posted to their main feed.
Atip that’s all about me.
WHGOSSIP: Good morning, Washington High.
My gossip spies have been hard at work and have come across something deliciously scandalous.
You all know the perfect couple we’ve been seeing walk the halls.
Yes, I’m talking about the big man on campus and his favorite WHORE.
Well, it looks like things between them aren’t as perfect as they seem.
We all know animals can’t be tamed …
Who’s the mistress? None other than Mrs.
Scott.
Yes, friends, our school administrator is sleeping with the most popular guy at school, and he paid a visit to her house last night.
I wonder if she’s teaching him about anatomy …
even though he had plenty of experience on the subject long before the WHORE and Mrs.
Scott came into his life.
If you need proof, head on over to my Snapchat, there’s a nice little photo of his Jeep parked outside her house.
Hey, WHORE, did you know he was sleeping with the school administrator or are you as surprised as us? Smooches, WHGOSSIP With hands that won’t stop shaking, I click on WHGOSSIP’s Snapchat account and see the photo of my Jeep parked outside her house.
It doesn’t prove I did anything.
It certainly doesn’t show me fucking her.
But it reveals enough, and my phone won’t stop exploding with texts.
Ryan: I hope to fuck this isn’t true …
Julia: Damn, boy.
DAMN.
Leigh: Call me right now! Aisha: I knew you were fucking around on her, Harper has to be a dead fish in bed, but with HER Mrs.
Scottnow that’s a surprise.
Too bad it wasn’t with me…
Ryan: You’ve got some fucking balls, you know that! Blake: I told Harper not to date you.
Going back for seconds with Mrs.
Scott, you sick motherfucker.
Hunter: Nice, man! So are her tits real? Parker: Hunter and I have a hundred bucks on whether you fucked her anal.
Come on, spill the news.
You fucked her in the ass, didn’t you? Rachel: You really have slept with the whole school, haven’t you lol Ryan: You’re not going to write me back, asshole? Goddamn it! Whoever did this, whoever sent that photo, whoever shared it, I’m going to kill all of them.
I can’t look at any more messages, this shit is completely out of control.
The second I toss my phone on the bed, getting it out of my sight, it starts ringing.
Hoping it’s Harper, I grab it again and Leigh’s name is on the screen.
I don’t want to answer, but I get the feeling she’ll keep calling until she reaches me.
And if it’s not now, it’ll be the second I step onto school grounds today.
“Hello”
“Easton …”
Her voice is so sharp, it can cut through my skin.
“Who did you tell that you came to my house last night? Because photos of your Jeep are all over the fucking Internet.” I bend my knees, pressing my forehead against them.
“No one.”
I take a breath.
“I told no one.”
“Was it you who submitted that photo to WHGOSSIP, then? You’re the one who did this to me”
I cut her off before she can continue and say,
“It wasn’t me.
I don’t know who took the photo and I don’t know who WHGOSSIP is.” I rake my hand through my hair, pulling the strands from the roots.
“This fucks both of us, Leigh.”
I can only imagine the look on Harper’s face right now.
The tears streaming from her eyes.
The way her heart is breaking.
But it doesn’t stop with Harper, my parents are going to chew my ass out if they find out, everyone at school are going to be fucking brutal with their shit talking.
This isn’t going to end.
“Easton, do you have any idea how much trouble {‘m in? The school board has already reached out, they want to meet with me in an hour.
They’re going to conduct an investigation, I could be terminated, do you know what that means?”
I’m sure they’re going to want to talk to me and hear my side of the story.
They’re going to want to check my phone for texts between us, they’re going to look at the camera footage and see all the times I went to the office.
“I won’t rat you out, don’t worry.”
“Don’t WORRY?”
Her yelling echoes in my ear.
“I could lose my whole fucking career over this.” It sounds like she’s blaming me, like this whole goddamn thing is my fault.
“Leigh, let’s not forget that it was your ultimatum that brought me to your house last night.”
“Fuck you.”
Fuck me? This is all her fault …
and I’ve heard enough.
“If the school board asks me, I won’t tell them anything that’s happened between us, you have my word, but I have to go, I have my own shit to deal with right now.”
She laughs, a sound of pure evil.
“Easton, let me make one thing clear.
If you try to take me down, I’ll not only bury you, but I’ll bury the whore you’re sleeping with.”
The phone goes dead.
I stare at the black screen, but it doesn’t stay dark for long, more texts making their way through, their words filling my head, not even bothering to look at who sent them.
Holy fuck, I can’t believe you slept with Mrs.
Scott.
You fucking animal.
Is she good? Tight? Dude, you’re my hero.
I stop scrolling and pull up Harper’s text box, hoping I missed a message from her, but there isn’t one.
Just the small, red heart that she sent me last night before she went to bed, a few hours after I left her place.
I don’t know what the hell I’m going to say, but I hold the phone to my face and listen to each ring, her voicemail then picking up.
I try again and she still doesn’t answer.
I pull up the text box, seeing if I can get her to respond this way, and I start typing …
Me: Please call me.
We have to talk about this.
It’s not what you think, Harper, I promise.