Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Harper

The guys are pissed.

My body is sore.

My parents are clueless.

And all I want is to go downstairs and kiss Easton. I want him to tell me

it's going to be okay. I want him to tell me he misses me, that last night

was everything he imagined it would be.

I notice that he’s put my sheets in the hamper already, putting my

comforter over my bed as if nobody has even slept in it, but I know the

truth.

We did a hell of a lot more than sleep last night.

My hamper looks guilty.

How does a hamper look guilty?

I walk over to the basket and lift the lid, my off-white sheets look

normal except for a few red stains.

Me.

Us.

I should have thought ahead, but I'm glad Easton at least imagined a

scenario where my dad came barreling into my room, took one look at

the bed, and questioned me while shoving Easton off the roof.

My eyes squeeze shut, and I imagine his hands on me, just as my door

bursts open. Not my dad, but just as bad.

Sadie stands there, hands on hips. “Tell me everything.”

I quickly turn around. “You saw everything. Apparently, I'm a whore.”

She waves me off. “The boys already have it half gone.”

I snort and move to my bed, she follows.

Sadie puts her hand on mine. “Let's talk about the good stuff before we

talk about the asshole we're going to kill later.”

I smile at that. “Fine.”

“How was it?” Her smile is so wide I swear her face is going to break in

half. When I don't say anything, she gives me a light shove. “Come on,

there's no way in hell he took you back here to bake cookies!”

“We could have baked cookies.” I grab a piece of hair and wrap it

around my finger.

“So, cookies make you blush like that?”

“Maybe it's the chocolate?” I joke.

She shoves me harder. “Details, girl!”

I laugh and try not to feel too embarrassed that we're sitting on the

same bed he took my virginity on. “It was everything I imagined it

would be and more.”

“Awww! So, he was..." She trails off like she’s embarrassed.

“Incredible,” I finish. “He was selfless, sexy, just, everything.” I sigh and

try not to melt into a puddle at her feet. “I mean at first, you know.” I

shrug. “... and then his focus was just on me, on us, I just wish..." I look

toward the window. “I wish it wouldn't have been ruined by Aisha.”

“Aisha?” she repeats. “What makes you think she’s the one who spray-

painted that?"

I shrug. “She truly has it out for me, that's why.”

Sadie’s quiet. “Well, it could be Blake too. Rumor has it he punched his

own car yesterday after you guys left and went on a tirade.”

I frown. “Blake? No, he wouldn't.”

“Trust me,” she says. “Everyone saw it, some got it on social media even,

he was pissed.” Sadie looks uncomfortable for a minute. “Plus, Ryan and

I may have stalked Aisha on social media last night and noticed in her

stories that she’s out of town.”

A chill wracks my body. “Really?”

“Yup.” She nods. “She left right after school and took Julia with her.”

I make a face then slowly turn toward her. “You and Ryan?”

“Hmm...” She starts playing with her hair.

“What were you doing last night anyway? He never came home.”

Sadie bites down on her lower lip. “We were definitely not playing

Monopoly.”

Thankful for the distraction, I shove her off the bed onto her ass, she's

sitting on the floor smirking up at me. “You little hussy!”

“I'm the hussy?” she asks innocently. “Go look after your brother, guys

an animal when he's,”

I shake my head and start to plug my ears.

She laughs and lays down on the ground. “God, I miss that mouth.”

“Nope!” I plug my ears harder. “Some things you can't unhear!”

She moves back to the bed and sobers. “Honestly though, the only

other person is Blake.”

“Nice subject change.”

“Because I'm worried...” She puts her hand on mine. “If it's him..."

“It's not,” I say quickly. “He would never. Trust me, I know him.”

“Do you, though?”

I look toward the door and swallow. Is someone out there? Sadie grabs

my attention again by going to the window and watching Ryan paint.

“Damn, he's hot.”

“My brother,” I remind her.

“Fully aware.” She grins and stares down at her hands, then looks up. “I

really like him.”

“I know.” I put an arm around her. “Aw, look at us, growing up.”

She laughs and shoves me away. “I didn't say I slept with him, unlike

some people...”

I roll my eyes and feel myself blushing. “Very funny.”

“Are you happy?” she asks honestly.

I nod. “Yeah, I am. Easton makes me happy.”

“I think anyone who saw you two the other day would agree. Maybe

that's why we need to not forget the look on Blake's face, he truly

thought he was in the running, you know? He was pursuing you.”

I frown, hating that we're even having this discussion. “But to go that

far? If he really likes me, you'd think he'd try to actually do things for

me, not write whore on my garage.”

“Look, I agree, but all I'm saying is, he's the next one that makes sense. I

just wish you had cameras outside, so we knew.”

I frown. "How did you know anyway? I texted you, and you were already

here.”

She holds up her phone. “Ryan took a photo and sent it to me, I think

he meant to say something but probably saw Easton standing there

and lost all brain cells.”

I sigh and slump against the bed. “I hope they don't kill each other.”

"He'll get over it one day.” She nudges me with her elbow. “In the

meantime, let's cheer up, grab some ice cream and go watch some

Netflix, yeah?”

I nod. “We should see if the guys want to hang out.”

“Weird.” She gets up and walks toward the door. “We have guys now.”

“Agreed.” I look back at my bed and try not to blush.

Everything is different now.

I just hope that it gets better, not worse.

With a sigh, I open up my bedroom door and freeze.

It's Easton standing there, face unreadable. “Hey, can we talk?”