Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Harper

I rush into the bathroom and make sure that I don't have black mascara

running down my cheeks.

Aisha clearly has the worst timing.

And Easton clearly has no balls.

I mean, he does, duh, but I want to scream, why does everything have

to be so complicated and dramatic.

Islam my hands onto the sink. A stall door opens. Sadie takes one look

at my reflection in the mirror and the angry way I'm gripping the sink

and rushes over. “What happened?”

“Easton,” I say his name like a swear word. “He's just so hot and cold,

and just SO..." I throw my hands up. “He's warning me away from Blake

now as if he has a right to. It's so stupid!”

“Hold up.” Sadie washes her hands and grabs a paper towel. “The most

popular boy in school who was just making out with you in the library

warned you away from the other popular guy he's always been

competing against...did he say why?”

I frown. “Well, Blake talked to me this morning, and I did flirt, but it

wasn't anything that Easton's never pulled with Aisha.” Maybe I was

being defensive, but I hated how much Easton saw-like he's fully aware

of the power he holds over me and lives for my surrender, so yeah, if a

hot guy's gonna flirt with me like Blake, right in front of the guy I really

like who's driving me crazy, what do you think’s going to happen?

“Ah, double standards, gotta love em.” Sadie rolls her eyes. “Look, if

Blake is giving you attention, it's not a big deal. If Easton can’t handle

that, then he can just grow a bigger dick and learn how to pursue a girl

without snapping his fingers.”

“Yeah.” I sniffle. “I guess.”

Do. Not. Think. About. His. Dick.

“Don't overthink it, plus we have a pep rally to go to, and you know I

like it when the football team runs by in those tight pants.”

I laugh. “They aren't even that tight.”

“Tell that to DJ's dick. God, I love sports.”

I smile and then laugh. “You're such a horny slut. Quick, what's it called

a touchdown or a goal?.”

She doesn't even hesitate. “When DJ's running the ball, does it really

matter?”

I laugh and roll my eyes, distracted and feeling just a bit better since my

run-in with Easton.

We link arms and walk out of the bathroom just in time for the first

warning bell to ring for the pep rally.

“I gotta go grab a protein bar, plus I left all my stuff at the table.” I rush

past Sadie and go into the cafeteria to grab my bag and everything

else.

I quickly dump my trash and grab a bar out of my bag.

Blake walls in through the double doors and smiles at me. “I was just

coming in to grab your stuff for you.” He tilts his head and I can't help

but think he's so good looking. I don’t know why I never focused on

him before. Maybe because I knew he was always off-limits, and he's

never really flirted with me in a way that didn't make me want to knee

him in the balls? I swear his green eyes sparkle as he walks over to me.

Jeans tight, short sleeve vintage shirt clinging to his body. “You okay?”

I nod my head clinging to my backpack. “I will be.”

“Is this the part where you tell me what asses guys are or where you

confess it's that time of the month, and I should approach you while

holding chocolate out in front of me if I want to keep my sight?”

“Why would I blind you?” I laugh.

“I have sisters.” He shudders. “That was the most tame scenario I could

come up with. So what is it?” He's so confident standing there watching

me. He isn't intense and he doesn't hover too close. It's almost like he

waits for me to come to him or to

react to him?

“Boys are all asses.” I finally blurt.

“Up top.” He holds out his hand for a high five. I hit it, grab my bag, and

follow him out of the cafeteria toward the gym.

I bypass my locker and keep my bag on me when Blake stops in his

tracks. “Shit, I think I left my phone. Save me a seat?”

“Yeah, sure.” I nod then start looking around for Sadie or Ryan as I

make my way toward the gym lobby.

I stop at the water fountain to fill up my leopard Swell bottle. By the

time I'm done, mostly everyone is in the gym, and I can hear the loud

music pumping through the

sound system.

I smile to myself.

Ah, high school.

There's just something about music, everyone screaming and wearing

school colors that makes even the most negative emo kid wanna do a

little fist bump and yell. “Go, team!”

I turn to open the gym doors and see a cheerleading uniform out of the

corner of my eye. Of course, it's Aisha, and she looks pissed.

She catches my eye and then grabs at something or someone in the

dark hallway leading to the locker rooms.

I immediately recognize Easton's shirt.

She clings to it and shoves him toward the wall, then leans up on her

tiptoes, pulling his neck down with her free hand.

I lose it.

I completely and utterly lose it.

It's one thing to suspect.

It's another thing to have to watch it.

To stomach it while knowing he was just with me.

I can't do this.

I just can't.

My breath starts coming out in short spurts like I'm about to

hyperventilate. I do a small circle, feeling slightly faint.

I have to get out of there.

All my brain can do is show me pictures of her leaning in and Easton

meeting her mouth with his. What if they see me? Are they still kissing?

How stupid can I be?

He warned me!

He doesn't care.

He never will

I feel like I'm going to be sick.

I turn on my heel, ready to run, when I see Blake walking toward me,

holding out his phone. I don’t even think about it as I hear Aisha and

Easton's voices behind me.

I grab Blake by the shirt once he's close enough and kiss the hell out of

him. His lips part, and then he’s tugging me against him. He tastes

different than Easton, but damn, he’s a good kisser.

I don't know how long we

All I know is I hear the word slut.

Blake freezes.

I pull back to look over my shoulder. Aisha is standing there, her arms

crossed, face red.

Easton's expression is one of pure rage as he looks between us, and

even though the kiss saved me from their confrontation and made my

pride feel better for like two seconds...

Now all I feel.

Is sad.