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“No one has reached out to me yet, I have no idea what she’s told them.
I’m sure it’s coming my way very soon.”
“That’s an in I’ll certainly miss,”
Blake says.
My head whips in his direction.
“And an in you used against me when you were talking shit about me to Harper.” Ryan takes a sip and hands me the bottle, chugging a few gulps before I say,
“We’ve been friends for a long time, Blake.
I want this shit settled.
Today.
I can’t keep fighting you every time I lay eyes on you.”
Blake pushes his back into the couch and crosses his legs.
“What do you want from me, Easton?”
“All this bullshit with Harper, appearing next to her every time I turn my back, trying to be her fucking knight in shining armorI want it to stop.”
“Harper and I are just friends,”
Blake replies.
My fingers clench.
“Stop with the lies.
I know you want her, I know you’re fucking crazy about her.
I’m going to give you my word that I won’t try to fight you anymore, but you have to promise me you’re going to lay off.”
“It sounds like you’re asking me to stop being her friend something that’s pretty fucked up of you to do.”
He Pauses to take a drink, the motherfucker not even able to admit the truth when it’s staring him right in the face.
“But I’ll do my best.”
“What about my garage, did you do your best there?”
Oh shit, Ryan isn’t fucking around today.
Blake’s eyes almost bug out.
“What the fuck? Are you accusing me of spray painting it?”
I show Blake the photos I took of his trunk.
“You want to explain why you have black spray paint in your trunk?” He laughs and looks away.
“There’s some spray paint cans in my car, and you think you have proof? Come on, fellas, you can do better than that.”
He shakes his head.
“I was helping my dad refinish our outdoor furniture and that’s how we painted the metal frames.”
“So, you’re saying you didn’t do it?”
I press.
“Nah, it wasn’t me.”
“And you swear to that?”
Ryan asks.
“On my life.”
“We got our answer, he’s innocent,” Ryan says to me.
“Time to back off and bury the hatchet.” I’ll back off, but I’m not sold on his innocence.
Blake’s parents are loaded, they wouldn’t restore furniture, they’d buy new, just like my parents would.
But I know the truth always comes out in the end and if Blake is guilty, Ryan, myself, and everyone will eventually find out.
“I’ll bury it,” I tell them, and I take a drink.
The bays are quiet for a few moments until Ryan says,
“I don’t like this Mrs.
Scott shit.
I have this feeling that everything is about to crash.”
“You and meboth,”
I admit, even though I have that topless picture of her in her house that I can always use as a bargaining chip.
“Except my dick was in her, unlike yours.”
“Are you going to admit that to the school board?”
Ryan asks.
“Hell fucking no.” I glance over at Blake and he’s staying silent, like the motherfucker is scheming something in his head.
He likes Harper, that’s not going to change, and that tells me this isn’t going to be the last time he messes up.
Which can only mean one thing …
Harper
Walking onto campus the day after it comes out that your boyfriend has banged an administrator twice his age is nerve wracking.
Anxiety inducing.
It’s just as bad as I thought it would be, but thankfully, not worse than yesterday.
That day had been the ultimate test.
Even though Easton explained everything and I believe him, what we believe doesn’t always matter.
The rumors and the stares and the whispers behind hands make me crazy.
They’re not as bad today.
I have Sadie by my side walking into the building, a defiant look on her face just daring anyone to say something.
I think she’s fully prepared to fight to the death for me.
I couldn’t have a better, more loyal friend I swear.
“They’re still whispering,”
I say to Sadie, my voice low so only she can hear me.
We walk past a cluster of girls, all of them giggling when they see us.
Me.
“Ignore them,” Sadie says firmly, her gaze scanning the hallway, as if she’s looking for someone.
Easy for her to say.
Of course the next person we have to see is Aisha.
God, that bitch.
If she so much as opens her mouth…
“Oh Harper, it’s your lucky day,” she sing songs, looking pleased.
“A certain administrator who’s been accused of fucking your boyfriend has been put on leave until the case is examined.”
“You can’t keep your mouth shut to save your life, you stupid bitch.”
Sadie lunges for her and I grab hold of her arm, keeping her back.
Aisha smirks.
“So defensive.
Always running in to save your best friend.
Someday you’re going to get in trouble, Sadie.
Or someone’s going to steal your man right out from under you.
If he even is your man.” She sneers, her gaze alighting on me.
“What are your thoughts on your best friend, the brother fucker?”
“Let me do some damage,”
Sadie pleads with me, struggling to get out of my grip.
“Please.”
“She’s not worth you getting in trouble,” I say.
And that’s exactly why she keeps talking all this shit to me and Sadie.
She knows we won’t do anything.
“Listen to your little friend.
I can make your life a whole lot worse.”
Promise fills her tone and she walks away.
The moment she’s out of sight I let go of Sadie, who practically growls in frustration.
“I can’t stand her.
God, I wish you’d let me tear her eyes out.
Getting suspended would be worth it to make that bitch scream.”
“So bloodthirsty.” I shake my head, though I can’t deny it would be wonderful to witness Sadie tearing the hair straight out of Aisha’s head.
“I totally agree, She sucks.
But we can’t let her get to us.”
We can’t let anyone get to us.
“Hey.”
I turn at the sound of the familiar male voice, relief flooding me when I watch Easton and Ryan approach us.
“Why didn’t you guys wait for us outside?”
Easton approaches, his gaze eating me up as he sweeps me into his arms and holds me close.
I press my face against his chest and close my eyes trying to calm my racing heart, breathing deep his delicious, masculine scent.
“You told us to wait for you?”
“Ryan was supposed to tell Sadie,” Easton says, his tone vaguely accusatory.
“Whoops.
My bad,” my brother says.
I glance over at him and Sadie to see his arm slung around her shoulders, all of Sadie’s earlier anger dissipating now that they boys are here.
Easton’s right.
We totally should’ve waited for them to show up so we could all walk in together.
My brother stayed the night at Easton’s houseand so did Blake.
I guess they worked it all out? I don’t know.
Easton was vague via text since he was still with them and he promised to explain everything later.
I’m going to keep him to his promise.
“Did you hear? Mrs.
Scott is on leave as they investigate the allegations brought against her,”