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I hated hearing that he slept with Mrs.
Scott.
She’s so much older than us and married and all the guys think she’s so hotthings I’m trying not to focus on, those layers will only make me feel worse.
But we all have a past and his is just much more sexual than mine.
“It doesn’t change how I feel about you, but I’m pretty sure you’re going to have to explain this all to my brother.”
I wince at the thought of Ryan’s face this morning on the way to school.
“He wants to kill you again.”
“I need to talk to Blake, too.” My eyes widen.
“Blake?”
“Every time I turn around, he’s there, trying to get with you.
I’ve had enough of it, it needs to end or we’re just going to keep fighting.”
“He does seem to always be there.”
His hand lowers to my hip.
“He wants you, Harper, and I can’t blame the bastard, you’re the hottest girl in our school.”
He kisses the end of my nose, a gesture so sweet it makes my chest pound.
“But no more games with him, I’m putting a stop to it, he needs to set his sights on a new girl.”
“Is that conversation going to involve fists?”
He smiles.
“I’ll be good.
Promise.” I feel so much more settled than when I was walking up here to the roof, but there are still things I’m worried about.
“Do you think Mrs.
Scott or the school board will notify my parents about the day we left school? I know that sounds so trivial considering what you’re about to face, but I want to prepare myself for what’s to come.”
I sigh.
“I hate surprises, Easton, and I feel like there’s a new one every second.”
“I don’t think you have to worry.
I think she’s more focused on me right now.” His face moves closer.
“But if I hear something, I’ll give you a heads up.”
He comes even closer.
“Now, kiss me before I fucking explode.”
His lips crash against mine and my body lights on fire.
His scent, his touch, his all-consuming presenceit surrounds me and pulls me in and I’m completely lost.
“Harper,”
he moans.
It’s a sound I can’t get enough of, a security I’ve needed since the post was released.
His tongue slides out of my mouth, and he separates us.
“As much as I don’t want to ever leave, we have to go to class.”
“I know.”
My stomach leaps as I think of all the stares I’m going to get, the rude comments, the assumptions that are so far from the truth.
“I fear there’s going to be a lot of drama today.”
I swallow, the tightness returning to my chest.
“Everyone is going to be talking about you and Mrs.
Scott and you cheating on me and”
“Fuck what they all think.
This is about us and only us.”
His thumb grazes across my skin.
“Don’t listen to them, promise me.”
I want to be able to ignore everything I’m going to hear, but if it continues like the nastiness I heard this morning, I just don’t know if I can.
“‘ try,” [tell him.
He gives me a small kiss again, and then he takes my hand and brings me back through the door that leads to the stairwell and down a flight to the hallway where both of our classes are located.
He stops outside my classroom door, our fingers linked, his eyes fixed on mine.
“I need to hear you say we’re all right.”
He brings our bodies together.
“I need to hear it one more time before I go to class and not see you for another hour.”
I know that feeling.
That need for reassurance.
“I’m yours, Easton.”
I smile, something that feels so good after so many tears.
“All yours.” He gives me the quickest kiss and I hurry inside my classroom, apologizing to the teacher as I take my seat.
Sadie is sitting in the desk next to mine and looks at me and mouths,
“Easton?”
I nod and mouth back,
“We’re all good.”
Her grin tells me she’s just as relieved as I am.
But there’s still something off.
Something that’s bothering me.
Something I just can’t put my finger on.
I glance to my right and I catch Aisha’s stare, a tightness in my stomach immediately erupting.
It only gets worse when that bitch smiles at me.
Because I know that gesture is a warning and something terrible is about to go down.
Easton I t’s finally the last period of the daya day that hasn’t wanted to fucking endand the teacher is writing on the board, giving me a chance to slip out my phone and shoot off some texts.
For hours I’ve been thinking about how I should talk to the guys about this, how I should bring us all together, and only one way makes sense.
To be straight up with them.
I check to make sure the coast is still clear, the teacher rattling off about some shit, and I start typing.
Me: Come to my house after school.
Blake: Should I bring my boxing gloves? Me: Unless you plan on mouthing off and not listening to a goddamn thing I have to say.
Blake: What do you have to say? I already know how much of an asshole you are.
Me: Just be there, dickhead.
I open the last text Ryan sent me and I type out a message to him.
Me: After school, my house.
Be there.
Ryan: I should knock your ass out for that stunt you pulled in the hallway.
That conversation we were having is far from over.
Me: It’ll continue after school.
Ryan: I know.
I put my phone away and try to focus on the teacher, but I don’t hear a word she’s saying.
That’s how the whole day has gonewaiting to get called into the office, zoning out as I think of my talk with Harper, relieved as hell that I didn’t lose her, ignoring every motherfucker in the hallway who has a smart remark about my situation with Leigh.
None of the Mrs.
Scott pettiness the students are barking at me really bothers me.
They can say whatever they want, I slept with a married woman who’s more than twenty years older than me, and I would have slept with her again if she hadn’t cut things off.
It’s definitely not the worst thing I’ve done.
I just don’t like that the students assume I fucked her while I’ve been with Harper.
Out of all this, that’s the only thing that eats at me and the reason it hurts is because I know how much it kills Harper.
It makes her feel betrayed and that’s the last thing I want.
The sound of the bell pulls me out of my thoughts, and I rush up from my desk.
There are two situations I need to focus on, and both happen to be parked in my driveaway the second I pull up to my house.
“Surprised you invited him,”
Ryan says, nodding toward Blake.
Ryan’s just as angry at the cocksucker, but for an entirely different reasona reason I’m going to address today.
I stand between them, glancing at both of their faces.
“I’m tired of this shit and none of us are leaving this house until everything is hashed out.”
I hold the door open and each of them walk in.
I follow behind and stop at the bar.
“Beer?”
“Sure,” Blake answers, and catches the one I toss at him.
“think I’m going to need vodka for this,”
Ryan replies, and I hand him a bottle that we’ll share.
“So, you didn’t do it?”
Ryan says the second we’re all sitting on the couch.
I shake my head.
“No, man, I swear I didn’t.”
I rehash the same story I told Harper and I explain everything that went down.
“I haven’t fucked her since last year.
I wouldn’t do that to Harper.” I stare at Ryan.
“And I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Mrs.
Scott has a lot of shit on all of us.”
Ryan nods at me, and then Blake.
“Is any of that going to come out?” My connection to Leigh has benefited the guys the same way it’s helped me.
Whenever I’ve needed something for them, I drop a tip under her fingers, and it’s gotten them out of trouble.
“I don’t know,” I admit.