Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Easton

I watch Blake, Harper, and Sadie walk down the hallway, his arm around

my girl, looking at her like he wants to fuck her against a locker.

If I felt anger before, nothing compares to this.

I want to break Blake's fucking nose. Shatter his teeth so he has to gum

each word he tries to spew.

I swear, he’s coming onto Harper just to get under my skin.

It's working.

Building in my chest.

Swelling every second I see them together and it's constant. Third

period, they're strolling the hallway, his arm across her lower back. At

lunch, they're sharing chips like they're in a Disney movie about to slurp

the same piece of spaghetti. Fifth period, he's leaning against the side

of her locker, not even a tornado could break his gaze.

I can't take it anymore.

I need to know if Harper feels the same way about him, but she won't

look at me. She won't even glance in my direction.

I know she has history seventh period and Blake has English on a

different floor-we're in the same class-so I wait outside Harper's

classroom. When she arrives, I grab her arm and lead into the stairwell

“I need to talk to you,” I say the moment we're alone.

She pulls her hand away. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“What's wrong?” I wait for her eyes to reach me. “Why won't you look

at me?”

“You make me sick.” The bell rings. “And now you've made me late for

class and you

probably just earned me detention.”

“I'll serve it with you, won't that be fun?” I smile. “We can sneak off and

find the janitor's closet again.”

"Gross."

When I touch her face, she moves away. “What have I done that's made

you so upset?”

She finally looks at me. “What have you ... done?” Staring back at me is

so much pain, it's like I've hurt this girl in unimaginable ways. “It's mind-

blowing that you can even ask me that question.”

She attempts to leave, and I set my arm above her head, caging her

against the wall. “Talk to me, Harper.”

She swallows, like her throat is on fire. “I can't believe you're making me

say this ..." Tears threaten to drip. “You don't remember going down on

Aisha last night while I was on the phone-your phone, that I called, and

she answered.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Rage is pulsing through me.

“You called me? And she answered? And she told you I was eating her

pussy?”

“I heard you doing it.”

“What exactly did you hear?”

She takes a deep breath. “Her moans.”

Aisha. That fucking cunt. She has no boundaries on how far she'll go.

No wonder my clothes looked different when I got out of the shower,

she answered my

“Harper, listen to me, do you honestly think I'd do something like that?

That I would ever let you hear that?” When I reach for her this time, she

doesn’t move away. “That's not even the point, the point is my mouth

wasn't anywhere near Aisha last night.” I drop my head to get closer to

her. “When you called, I was in her shower, beating off to the thought

of how good your pussy tasted and what I wish I could have done to

you if we hadn't been busted by Blake. A shower I had to take because

you gave me a serious case of blue balls.” I explain to her how it all

went down, unintentionally giving Aisha

access to my phone, and how I left and that's when Ryan confronted

me.

The sadness starts to lift, but there's still plenty of emotion in her eyes.

“Easton — you went to her house.”

“Only because Julia offered to write my history paper, and she was at

Aisha's.” I know I've hurt Harper in the past, but she has to believe I'm

innocent. “I wouldn't play you like that. You have to trust me.” I bend in

farther, feeling her exhale against my face. “Tell me you do.”

"Easton .."

“Say it, Harper. Say you trust me.”

She eventually whispers, “I trust you.”

I cup her cheek, our mouths only inches apart. “You're all I think about,

Harper. I don't know how much longer I can continue lying to your

brother about us.” I press my nose into hers. “I need you.”

I can't wait for her to respond

The desire to taste her is far too strong.

I slam our mouths together, circling her tongue while my fingers crawl

down her chest, holding the heaviness of her tits, flicking my thumb

across her nipples. “Fuck,” I moan, pulling my mouth away. “I can't get

enough of you.”

She tries to catch her breath. “This is such a mess-with Ryan, Blake.” She

pauses. “With us. If you want me, you have to do something about it.”

I pull her against me, my cock so fucking hard, it's ready to bust

through my pants. “I'll figure it out, but no more listening to Aisha, you

hear me? And Blake's hands need to stay the hell away from you or I'm

going to lose my shit.”

She sighs, the pain gone from her voice. “Okay.”

I kiss her again and give her ass a little slap. “Go to class. I'll see you

after school, I'm coming over.”

Her eyes widen. “But Ryan,”

“Ryan has some after school shit to take care of, I already asked him.”

She smiles. “See you later.”

The rain is just starting to come down when the last bell rings. I grab

my things and head for the student lot, seeing that all too familiar bun

heading down the same row as my Jeep. On one side of him is Sadie,

the other is Harper, my hands shaking as I watch them.

This is the last time he'll ever touch her, I'll make sure of that. And that's

the look I give him when we all turn at the same time.

“You've got a problem, Easton?” Blake growls.

I toss my bag into the passenger seat and slam the door closed.

I've had enough of his fucking mouth.

I hear Ryan to my right, leaving his car to walk closer. Sadie is stopped

at her trunk, watching us.

Harper is frozen under his arm, her eyes telling me she doesn't want to

be there.

Those aren't the only eyes on me. It feels like the entire school is in this

goddamn parking lot.

“You've been giving me dirty looks all day,” Blake continues. “I've had it.

If you want Harper, then stake a claim on her. Make the move. Look at

Ryan and tell him how you've been lying about his sister.”

My chest is pounding, my fingers clenching.

This isn't the right time to do this ... is it?

“Just like I thought-you're all talk, no action,” Blake says. “She's mine,

we both know it.” He pulls her against him. “She knows it.”

I can feel Ryan's stare on me.

Sadie’s.

I glance at Harper and she’s silently pleading at me to say something.

My mystery girl.

“Blake!” I shout across the lot, my fingers clenched into fists, soaked

from the rain. “You

-“but my voice cuts off as I feel a hand touch my shoulder.