You’re Mine

Chapter 183

Harper

I know he’s pissed.

God knows I was ready to tear someone apart—but this is prom, it’s our night, our moment, and I'll murder anyone who comes between Easton and me.

I know he’s being protective, and he’s just angry on my behalf, but I need him to focus on the happy because, after this moment, we don't have a lot of days left at school, and while I can't wait to go to college and get out of this hell hole, these are still Moments we'll never have back again.

Who knew I'd be at prom with Easton reminiscing over stupid moments? Not this girl.

I take a deep breath after we have a few dances, my slinky red dress makes me feel so sexy, and the fact that Easton bought it for me and wanted me to dress like this for him gives me chills, he's the best, truly.

And he deserves to know that.

“Terrifying,” he whispers in my ear, pulling me back against him.

“What is?” “That look in your eyes.

You plotting someone's murder?” Ilean back against him, loving the way it feels to be held by him as people dance all around us, the music seems to get louder and louder.

“You're safe, don't worry.” “Because I was.

Worried, that is.” He laughs, his fingertips dance up and down my arms, and it's funny because I don't even think he realizes that he's doing it.

Damn, we're officially in a relationship.

The couple that moves around each other like they're in orbit.

And I love it.

I sigh as our principal taps the mic and holds up the cards for prom king and queen.

I try not to tense, but I can't help it.

Despite everyone wanting to throttle her, Aisha is most likely going to win.

And Easton? Who the hell else would he even compete with? Ryan? Blake? No offense to both of thern, but they would never win over Easton.

Which means that he and Aisha get to dance.

And I get to watch.

Suddenly my night doesn't seem so magical.

I brace myself for the news.

Our principal looks so annoyed I almost feel for him as people boo that the music has stopped and that he's at the mic trying to get everyone's attention.

Maybe if he wasn't such an ass, he’d have more fans.

“He's the worst,” Easton grumbles in my ear.

“Hey, wanna go get high?” “You're going to win.” I turn in his arms and press a kiss to his neck, his cologne is a mixture of sweet spices that make my knees weak.

“So no, we can't go get high.” “You're killing me.” He runs his hands down my bare back sending chills down my spine.

“Come on, Harp—"

“Harper Quinn!” The principal shouts my name.

\jump away from Easton.

Wait, why is he calling my name? Everyone's cheering, and Sadie rushes to my side, dancing like a lunatic.

What the hell is going on? “YOU WON Sadie shouts.

“Get your crown, bitch!” “What? I glance at the stage where our principal looks bored out of his mind as he holds up a gorgeous little silver tiara.

Wait. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

That's mine? “Gol” Sadie shoves me while Easton winks.

Stunned, I walk to the stage, past everyone clapping.

Is this really happening? I half expect Aisha to trip me when I walk by her and Blake.

Instead, she just looks pissed and hurt like I stole something from her, then again, I stole Easton, and now I was putting on what she thought was her crown.

I smile to myself.

I can't help it.

And when I get on stage, and the crown’s placed on my head, I smile brighter.

Because Easton’s name is next, I just know it.

So when it’s announced.

“Easton Cartwright’ I'm waiting with open arms.

The cheesy crown goes on his head.

He tums to me.

"Ready for our dance?” "Is this real?” “Come on, Cinderella...” He winks.

“Let's go make out on the dance floor then party, then fuck, then party again, like in that order.” “Wait, I thought we were getting high?” “I'm already high.” He kisses my forehead.

"Because I've got my queen by my side.” “And I've got my king.” I smile through stupid tears.

He brings me to the middle of the dance floor like every amazing teen movie that has you crying despite the cheesiness.

The music picks up, it's The Weeknd , and it feels more sexy than sweet which I totally love.

He spins me around and around.

People clap.

Oh God, it really is like a teen movie, isn't it? And I'm the star.

l almost preen as Easton adjusts my crown only to pull me flush against him.

His mouth meets mine amidst cheers, and suddenly the music shifts into Doja Cat, and we're all grinding and dancing, me with my crown, him with his.

lose track of how much time goes by as we dance, but we're having the time of our lives as we move around the floor.

It’s crazy.

This is actually crazy.

Ryan and Sadie start making out next to us, I keep adjusting my crown since I’ve been moving around in my dress so much.

BTS starts playing, and I cling to Easton.

Could this be any more perfect? “So...” He kisses my cheek, then his lips slide down my neck.

"You ready to party?” “And get high?" I laugh.

“And get fucked,” he adds.

I gulp.

Because yeah, I can just imagine how hot it would be to get fucked with my crown on, his, possibly my heels.

“Let's go!” I grab his hand.

He bursts out laughing as he stumbles after me and calls for Ryan.

“Bro, it’s time!” “YESI’ Ryan shouts, grabbing Sadie.

Within minutes we're back in the limo drinking out of the flask again and en route to the Four Seasons.

l assumed Easton would get a hotel room, I just wasn‘t sure where or if my parents would be pissed about it, but clearly, it's all part of the plan, especially if Ryan got a room too.

I frown.

How would he even afford it? I'm about to ask when Easton kisses my forehead.

“Hope you're okay with it, but I got us all a penthouse.

I wanted everything to be special.” “You're so getting a blow job tonight.” I grab his hand.

“Just one?” He teases.

“Two...” U say, then lean in and whisper.

“Plus, I'll let you fuck me in the “—Still sitting pretty close guys!’ Ryan yells.

“DON'T give me trauma!” “Poor baby.” Sadie laughs.

“You're just jealous because you haven't been in my—"

“—NOPE!"

I yell along with Easton.

“Huh, now I know why it’s traumatic, not enough weed in the world to get that out of my head.” “We'll see,” Easton adds.

And my mouth hurts from smiling so much.

It's perfect.

All of it.

Even my brother talking about Sadie’s ass.