Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Harper

His kiss is brutal. Punishing. Like he’s mad that it's me, even though I've

neither confirmed nor denied his accusation.

That's what his words felt like-an accusation. I don't think he's pleased

to discover that I'm the one he keeps kissing in dark corners at parties.

Yet he's also the guy who felt me up in a janitor's closet and got me off

with a few precise strokes of his fingers.

A shiver steals through me at the

Chanteren

memory. Or maybe the shiver was caused by the way his tongue just

slid against mine

I reach between us, resting my hands on his broad chest. His skin is so

warm beneath the fabric of his shirt, and his muscles are firm. Hard.

He's hard all over. I'm tempted to pull him closer, but I come to my

senses at the last second and shove him with all my might

His mouth detaches from mine and he stumbles backwards, a dazed

look on his face as he drinks me in. "What the fuck?”

“We can't keep doing this,” I say.

“Right. Funny how we do keep doing it. Because you're her,” he

states.

“Who's her?” I'm still playing

stupid.

Easton shakes his head. “Don’t try and fake me out. I recognize your

scent”

“I bought it at a store every girl know shops at.” That isn't a lie. Dozens

of us could be wearing this lotion right now.

“It's you.” His gravelly voice sends ripples of awareness down my spine.

I don't like how he's looking_at me. As if he can see right through me.

“You can protest all

you want, but I know it's you.”

We stare at each other, the air growing charged between us the longer

we say nothing. I tear my gaze from his first storming away from him,

grateful I don't hear him chasing after me.

But I'm also sad he didn't chase after me either.

One more period, I remind myself as I put one foot in front of the other

and make my way to the classroom. Less than one hour until I can leave

this place. I'll go home and pretend today never happened. Hopefully,

Easton will leave me alone for good, once he realizes what exactly

we've done.

Liar, says the little voice in my brain. You're dying for him to touch you

again. Kiss you again. Make good on his promise to use his mouth on

you...

My skin warms. He made that vow when he knew it was me, which

makes no sense. I don't understand him. He hates me, he wants to

touch me. He thinks I'm a hideous troll, he wants to make me come.

I don't understand him.

Striding into class, I plop into my seat, wariness zipping up my spine

when I witness Blake spot me and make his way over to my desk,

settling into the one next to mine.

“You okay?”

Igape at him, surprised at the tenderness in his tone, the way he's

watching me as if he actually cares.

“I'm fine,” I say once I clear my throat.

“Oh. Well. You look-flustered. Your cheeks are red.”

No way can I tell him why.

“Easton still giving you shit?”

That's one way to put it.

“Because if he is, I'll take that asshole out. I mean it, Harper. I don't

know why he’s suddenly got such a hard on for you, but if you

want me to take care of him, I will.” Blake's voice is ferocious, as is the

gleam in his eyes.

“No, he's not giving me any problems.” That's the truth. I definitely

don't mind what Easton is doing to me. “And I don't need you to fight

my battles, Blake. I can handle Easton on my own.”

Blake squints at me. “You sure about that? Every time I see you two

together, he’s doing his damnedest to tear you down while you stand

there and just take it. He makes you cry, Harp, and that shit ain’t cool.”

Why does Blake suddenly want to run to my rescue? I don't get it.

What's in it for him? “I'm okay stress. “Really.”

The boy who normally sits next to me in history approaches his desk —

the very one where Blake is sitting. “Hey,” he says nervously.

Blake flicks his chin at him. “Sup?”

“You're in my seat.”

“No, I'm not.” Blake smiles. “This desk is mine now.”

“Uhh...”

“You sit over there.” Blake points at the empty desk where he used to sit

only a few minutes ago. “Cool?”

“Yeah.” The boy nods. His name is

Char31 Daniel. He's harmless. Quiet And currently very nervous. “Cool.”

Blake and I watch Daniel walk away, and when he's out of earshot, Blake

turns to me. “I'm sitting by you now. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Why would 1?” I ask weakly. leaning over to unzip my backpack and

pull out my history book. I crack it open, glancing over at Blake. He has

no backpack. No book. Not even a pen or pencil clutched between his

fingers

A sigh leaves me. For someone who claims to have one of the highest

GPAs in our grade, he doesn't come to class very

prepared.

Our teacher enters the classroom right before the bell rings, pulling the

door closed. The moment she begins her lecture, I tune her out, my

mind filled with the stolen moments in the closet with Easton. Outside

with Easton when he kissed me. When I shoved him away and the

shocked look on his face when I finally-literally pushed back.

I frown. Nothing can happen between us again. Now that he knows it's

actually me, I'm sure reality will settle in and he'll be disgusted with

himself-and me.

It's for the best. We can't keep doing this. We don't make any sense.

What's happening in my life right now makes absolutely no sense.

Glancing over at Blake, I find he's watching me, his lips curled into the

faintest smile. I smile at him in return before I quickly look away,

confused.

What is going on with these boys anyway? After being invisible for the

last three years, now they notice me? My brother will lose his damn

mind if he ever finds out that both of his best friends are suddenly

showing interest in his twin sister.

But I'm not going to be the one who tells him.