Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Harper

It's school official. Easton and I are together and everyone knows it.

That's because from the moment he met me at my locker this morning,

his arm has been planted around my shoulders. It doesn't matter where

we are in the building, he can't stop touching me. When we walk down

the hall to class, he's right next to me. When we go to lunch, he joins

the table I share with Sadie. He even has Ryan and a few of their other

friends come sit with us, everyone in the cafeteria glancing in our

direction as we share a slice of pizza.

We're inseparable.

And there isn't a single person in this school who hasn't seen my smile

today.

I can't hide it. It's impossible to mask the way he makes me feel and

there's no reason to

-we're out of hiding.

I want the whole world to know I'm Easton's girl.

At this point, I'm positive everyone has witnessed it ... except for Blake.

When I whispered about him to Sadie this morning, she told me he

never showed up for school. So weird. I don’t dare ask Ryan or Easton

about him, Ryan would probably want to murder me-again-and Easton

would chew my face off for even thinking the question.

What I do know is Blake's absence has put Easton in the best mood and

my reputation has shifted overnight.

I'm no longer Ryan's invisible twin sister.

I'm dating the most popular guy at school.

And nothing could change this from being the best day ever.

Not even running into Aisha.

She's been staring me down since she saw me with Easton this morning

at my locker, before first period even started. I've been trying not to let

her dirty looks eat at me and gloat over my win and her loss.

But as I leave my fifth period class to run to the bathroom, she’s in the

hallway.

Like she’s been waiting for me.

“My, my,” she sings, a chorus as evil sounding as her. “Don't I love

coincidences.”

I don't believe this is one. I'm positive she’s been scouting my

whereabouts, figuring out how to catch me alone.

That's what she does-she hunts, she attacks, she destroys.

I don't care what anyone says, she's responsible for all three spray

painting incidents and I'm sure she faked being out of town on

Instagram just to appear innocent.

As far as I'm concerned, Aisha is guilty, and she’s not going to stop until

she gets Easton.

Except this isn't a contest.

He's mine.

“I'm surprised you're not shoving your hand down your pants and

telling me that Easton has turned into a ghost and he's eating you out

in this hallway.” I eye her down, the same way she’s doing to me. “That

was one desperate move and the fact that you were fingering your own

pussy “ I laugh even though I'm trembling on the inside. “That just

makes you pathetic.”

“Is that really what you believe?” She takes a step closer, shaking her

head. “Why am I not surprised he lied to you about what really

happened that night. My God, he'll do anything to seem like a saint to

you, but deep down, you have to know he’s lying.” Her voice is turning

sly, like the snake that she is. “Easton's dick has been in almost every

pussy at this school, including mine. Don't believe me?” She smiles,

closing her eyes as she lets out a long exhale. “He has a scar in the

shape of a half-moon that's a couple inches above and to the right of

his dick. Hair doesn’t grow there, it's just a thick, white line.”

My heart starts beating so hard, I feel nauseous.

She's right.

I first noticed the scar when I was giving him head at his house. I keep

meaning to ask him about it and I keep forgetting.

Regardless, she's just trying to get under my skin. I know he’s slept with

Aisha and lots of other girls at this school.

But that's all in the past.

He's with me now.

I shrug, letting her know it doesn't bother me. “You're not telling me

anything I don't already know. Try harder, Aisha. You're starting to get

weak.”

She laughs so hard, she almost snorts. “It's sad that you think that, that

he's brainwashed you to the point where you believe I'm the one who's

lying.” She glares at me like I'm gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

“It's obvious you're new to this relationship thing. You're so gullible,

you'll believe anything he says, and then you'll swallow his cum like the

robot he’s turned you into.” Her lip curls. “These are warnings, Harper.

I'm trying to save you.” Her hands move to her hips. “But not even the

sound of Easton licking my pussy will make you realize he doesn't give

a shit about you, that he's dying to take your virginity and dump you

like he does with every other girl.”

How does she know I was a virgin?

Was it a guess? Or did Easton tell someone and that someone told

Aisha?

Or worse .. did Easton tell Aisha?

I take a step back. “You're wrong .."

Her arms move to her chest, crossing them over her breasts. “Next time

his tongue is on my pussy, which will be very soon, I'll make sure to text

you a pic. Nothing like a little proof with your morning coffee, right?”

She leans into a locker, looking more relaxed than I like. “But I won't be

the only girl he’s touching, there will be others over the next few weeks,

and I promise one will corner you in the bathroom or in the hallway or

the parking lot after school and she'll start shit with you because she

thinks she’s Easton's girl too.” She grins. “Except she won't be as nice as

me. She'll beat your ass.”

I know what she’s doing .. and it's working.

Every bone in my body hurts, every worry I had before is resurfacing.

I can't listen to this anymore.

I take a step back but keep my eyes on her, making sure the Easton

smile is plastered across my lips. “When are you going to accept that

Easton doesn't want you? He thinks you're disgusting and so does

everyone else at this school. Why don't you go bully some single guy

into dating you. Someone you actually have a chance with instead of

making yourself look like a pathetic fool. Jealousy is really a terrible

look on you.”

I turn my back toward her, not giving her another second of my

attention. But after a few steps, I hear her. Heels clicking on the floor,

like she’s running. And then I feel a hand wrap around my hair and pull

so hard, my neck snaps back from the momentum.

“You fucking cunt,” she roars in my ear. “That'll be the last thing you

ever say to me."

She tugs harder and a pain shoots down my back. I gasp, searching for

words, clawing at the air to sink my fingers into any part of her.

But before my nails land, I hear a familiar voice growl, “Let her go,

Aisha. Right fucking

now."