Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Harper

I can't believe my idiot brother said that in front of Easton, or that

Easton took it for that matter.

My cheeks burn with embarrassment, because he’s not wrong is he?

That's exactly Easton's MO and yet here I stand, right next to him,

suddenly accepting his help along with a ride home when anyone who

knows us or knows him, would find it suspicious.

Clearly Ryan's pissed and I know it's because he's being protective

which just makes me even more nervous over the fact that a few

minutes ago Easton had his tongue in my mouth.

And I didn’t push him away.

I pulled him closer

And accepted his help despite his asshole tendencies.

“Let's go,” Easton gently grabs my arm and pulls me towards his car. I

have no other option but to follow him especially since my punk ass

brother aka my normal ride is currently trying to find a tampon since

it's clearly his time of the month.

Ugh.

Boys.

I tuck my hair behind my ears, keep my head down, and follow Easton

out into the parking lot. I know people are watching us. I can feel their

stares burning through my back as me and Easton for the first time,

like, ever, get in his Jeep without my brother.

I've always loved his Jeep, I've had several fantasies where he stops by

my house, picks me up, and asks to see me, not my brother-me. I never

imagined that this would be how senior year would go, and my head is

going to explode if any other surprises happen today-or if Easton

attempts to kiss me again.

“Get in.” Easton opens the white door and it feels like he's letting me

into his life despite my brother being a crazy idiot.

I'm getting in

And it's not Ryan who's helping me but Easton.

The boy who kisses me one minute, then looks ready to trip me the

next.

I gulp and crawl up into the seat, then put on my seatbelt.

It smells like coffee and spearmint gum which just reminds of the way

he tastes and how much Ryan will lose his shit if he finds out.

I don’t have time to be nervous, soon enough Easton's in the Jeep, and

it's roaring to life as he backs up out of his parking spot, wordless, jaw

clenched, looking beautiful and pissed at the same

time.

I glance out the window and frown as Blake watches us from the

parking lot, his expression unreadable.

What's he staring at?

The Jeep?

Me?

Or is he just curious like everyone else at our school?

Ugh what a crappy day. If it wasn't Easton, who did it? Who has that

much time on their hands in the first place? Embarrassment hits me fast

and hard as I remember how everything fell out of my locker and how

everyone saw.

Andddd I still have seven months of the school year left, which means

this could happen again and again unless we figure out who did it

“You hungry?” Easton asks once we're on the street.

"Huh? What?” I frown.

His smile is more of a smirk, devastating as he bites down on the

bottom of his lip before taking a right towards downtown. “It's a simple

question.”

“I don't know if I can eat right now.” I sigh. “I want to just *

My voice trails off.

I feel anxious.

Off balance.

Everything seems so out of focus right now that it's hard to breathe, it's

hard to even inhale because with every single breath I smell him, I feel

him, and I want him.

And I shouldn't.

My brother would kill both of us.

Plus he’s an asshole, both my brother and Easton and yet I can't stop

the way my heart races every single time I glance over at him.

Easton curses under his breath and turns on the music. Great my not

being hungry somehow pissed him off. How could I ever think that this

could be anything but madness between us?

He passes my street. “What are you doing?”

“You're shaking.”

“Am 1?" I looked down at my hands, he’s right, I had no idea. Is that why

he asked if I was hungry? I'm still staring at my shaking hands and my

black chipped nail polish when the Jeep turns off and he turns to face

me, seatbelt off.

“Who hates you?” His question catches me off guard.

“You mean other than you?” I look around. We're not at my house,

we're also not at a fast food restaurant.

We're at his house.

In his driveway

I stare up at the giant home.

Where everything came crumbling down, where he upped his

meanness past what had been normal in the past..

“I don't hate you.” He says it quietly and then he’s opening his door and

slamming it like his actions can't help but show annoyance and hate

despite what words are tumbling out of his mouth.

Was he really not taking me home?

Without any other choices, I get out of the Jeep and follow him inside,

rolling my eyes because he doesn’t even turn around to see if I'm

following, he just assumes that any girl with eyes and a pulse would

dumbly jump off a cliff for him if he asked.

I hate that I don't even hesitate as I go through the front door and

continue to follow him into his massive kitchen.

I don't ask if his parents are home-I assume they rarely are from what

Ryan's said in the past.

It looks different without everyone partying.

Emptier.

Sadder.

“It was probably one of the girls -" He pulls out a bar stool and hops

onto the white granite countertop. “Bitches be crazy.

I crack a smile. “Did you really just say bitches be crazy?”

“Made you laugh.” He winks

“You're an idiot.”

“Thank you.” He presses a hand to his chest and stares at me, it's the

sort of stare I always wanted from him, it's also terrifying. I don’t have

time to dissect it, just like I don't have time to manage my feelings as

he crooks his finger towards me.

I obey

I hate myself and him in that moment.

I hate my weakness.

I stop walking when I'm between his legs pressed up against the

counter, he cups my face with both hands, his thumb brushes my top

lip. “He was right you know.”

“W-who?"

“Ryan.” His eyes flash. “I don't date. I fuck.”

I flinch. “Oh.”

“You've had a bad day. I've had a bad day...since someone

accused me of being a sociopath..” He continues rubbing my lower lip

and then he dips his thumb inside. I bite down,

His eyes flair to life. “Harder.”

So I bite harder, I bite into his skin, I inflict pain and realize that his

body's confusing it with pleasure.

“You're not leaving untill make you feel better.” His voice is low, almost

a growl before his mouth descends.

And I'm lost again to my enemy.

My brother's best friend.

His taste.

My downfall.