You’re Mine

Chapter 152

Easton

I'm still not over it.

I'm not gonna lie, I stared at my locker longer than what should be appropriate once we were back at school for at least two months.

Things were somewhat back to normal.

I mean, if normal was fucking your girlfriend's ass more than once and receiving presents you never thought you'd receive— even post—Christmas.

I smirked again.

"Stop thinking about my sister before I strangle you,’ Ryan says next to me, leaning against the metal locker and giving me a disgusted look.

"Fuck, I hope Spring Semester goes by fast.” "You know you just ruined my perfect mood, right? I was thinking about all these tight holes that needed to be filled with my—"

"—Fuck you!"

"—bruh, stop, I've got shop this last semester, wanted to take things easy.

What the hell were you thinking about?” I smile because I know he can't kill me but wants to since his brain went exactly where I wanted it to go just because he ruined my awesome mood.

His eyes narrow.

"Somethings not right with you."

"And you're so much better.” I scoff.

"You look like you got kicked in the nuts before walking in here, and you're more pissy than usual.” "Whatever."

He looks away.

The bell rings.

He pushes off the metal lockers and turns to walk away, then turns back to me.

"Look, it's like this."Oh shit, I'm gonna be late to class, I just know it.

"This is it."

In dramatic fashion, Ryan spreads his arms wide like he's trying out for a musical and ready for his big moment.

"This, right here."

"Um, the bell ringing? Smelling gross freshman? Watching them get a boner over Miss.

Stead when she hosts an assembly about sex ed?"

"No man."

Ryan looks ready to bang his head against my locker.

"I'm just saying, we don't have much time left.

I want to make it worth it.

With you, possibly Blake if he survives that long, Sadie, and yes, even my sister.” He makes another face.

"What did you have in mind?"

He suddenly grins.

"Well, for today, we'll behave."

"And tonight? Tomorrow?"

I bang my fist against the locker in excitement.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Trouble."

"The good kind?"

Sadie sprints down the hall at that moment.

"I'm late for class! Aghhhhh!"

Ryan pulls her into his arms and presses a kiss to her lips, and I'm suddenly sad, not just sad, but jealous.

I miss Harper.

She left me early to go to class and turn in more extra credit.It's weird.

How the school year started.

I frown and stare down the hall even though I'm supposed to be going to class.

Months earlier, Harper was invisible to me...

okay, not invisible, but she was just there.

She existed almost as a part of Ryan, which is freaky as fuck now that I think about it, but I just, I don't know.

She annoyed me, maybe because I could never figure her out.

But I'd be a lying dumbass to admit that I never found her hot.

She'd always been hot, curvy...

I'd just been distracted and a stupid dick.

I smile to myself.

Yeah, a total dick.Nice.

I shake my head and walk to class, dropping my shit onto my desk before sitting.

Blake is next to me, I can hear him talking to Aisha, which just sets me off and ruins my super good mood.

I flip open my book to a random page as if I'm paying attention, then grab my phone and send a text to Harper.

Me: let's skip.

Harper: You'll have to be more specific.

Me: School.

Class.

Life.

I mean I have presents now.

It would be offensive not to use them...daily.

Some might say hourly.

Harper: Some being you? Me: You're a good giver, I'm a good receiver, what can I say? Do you want me to apologize for that? Harper: What did you have in mind? I sit up straight.

Is she serious? Would she risk it, and was it our moment after her amazing gift giving that's tempting her? Fuck, just thinking about my cock anywhere near her has me ready to rub one out beneath my stupid as hell desk in front of whoever watches.

Weird.

She's making me weird and desperate, and still, I can't stop smiling or wondering how it would feel to just bend her over the very desk I'm sitting at, legs wrapped around me tight, mouth open, waiting... Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Someone likes Chemistry.” Aisha snorts.

Slowly, I turn my head.

"Weird, how when you finally experience it, you want it more and more, am I right, Blake?"

His eyebrows shoot up, and then he shrugs even though his hands seem to clench into fists like he's tensing up.

"Not your fault you've got someone you want that bad, right?"

"Nope."

I halfway snarl in Aisha's direction as my phone goes off.

I look down.

Harper: Does this have anything to do with the fact that it's Valentine's Day? Is that my surprise? We get to skip? I smile at my phone as I raise my hand.

"Yes? Easton? What is it?” Mr.Rayne looks like a grumpy turtle that forgot his shell and threw on a wrinkly green coat hoping nobody would notice.

"Gotta pee."

I shrug.

He rolls his eyes.

He's easy though, as he hands me the hall pass.

I sprint out and go to my locker first.

My hands feel numb, almost cold as if I'm proposing or something.

Maybe it was the pregnancy scare or the very fact that I thought about it.

For a few minutes, I fucking thought about being a dad.

About her being a mom, and while I was scared, I was weirdly excited about having a life with her.

The only issue was that I didn't want to confess that to her, not yet.

I could still see her face after going to Walgreens and after taking the tests.

The main point was that I wanted her forever.

And I wanted her to know it.

So I grabbed the shit in my locker, took my hall pass, and smiled with pure joy the entire way to her locker.

Sure, yeah, the year started off rocky, but I'd do it all again if it meant I was able to be the dumbass standing in front of her locker with a shit—eating grin on my face hoping that she liked what I had planned for her.

And praying it helped seal a forever I could have never hoped for then—but lived for now.