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“I want you to know I’m sorry. I hate that this is happening to you, you don’t deserve it.”
There’s sincerity in his voice, his eyes so soft and sympathetic.
I don’t understand why the guys think he’s the guilty one. Because he had some silly, so called evidence in his trunk that could have been used for anything?
The memory of Whore still stings as I reply.
“It sucks, Blake. Someone is trying to hurt me, and I don’t understand why but it’s working.”
“You can’t let it.” He squeezes my shoulder, making me realize his hand is still there.
“You’re stronger than that.”
Iglance in his direction after weaving around a few students.
“Thank you.”
He analyzes my face.
“You look tired today, is Easton being a dick, and keeping you from getting a good night’s sleep?” He leans in and whispers,
“I saw you guys fighting this morning.”
Even though Easton took us into the doorway of the classroom, trying to prevent us from having onlookers, I was worried we still did. I’m sure Aisha was somewhere in that crowd too. Wherever Easton is, she never seems to be too far away
“Everything’s fine,” I assure him.
“I just hope he has good intentions, you know? I don’t want him to treat you like he treats everyone else. You’re better than all those other girls he’s been with, you’re like a princess, not someone who should be lied to.”
Lied to?
An awful feeling thumps in my stomach.
“Do you know something I don’t, Blake?”
He runs his hand through his hair.
“Man, I don’t know ” He glances down, like looking at me is almost too much.
“I just see him talking to Aisha all the time.”
“All the time?”
He nods.
“Is that something you’re okay with? I mean, I know if roles were reversed, I wouldn’t want my girl talking to her ex all day.”
All day?
My heart suddenly aches from this news, my stomach churning. What if Blake is right, what if Easton does talk to Aisha all day and that’s how she knew I was a virgin?
“Need proof?” Blake asks and he points toward the left.
“There’s some for you right there.”
I follow his finger, my stare moving across the hallway until it meets Easton. He’s standing outside his locker, Aisha directly next to him, the two in deep conversation.
Everything in my body starts hurting, tears threatening to rise into my eyes.
He knows how much I hate her, how she’s to blame for everything that’s happened to me.
And he’s still talking to her?
All day?
At his damn locker, nonetheless.
“I told you,” Blake says in my ear.
“If you were my girl, I wouldn’t need to talk to anyone else. You would be more than enough.”
I slowly glance at Blake, his eyes backing up everything he’s saying, and then my gaze returns to Easton. He shuts his locker and turns around, our stares connecting.
His jaws clench when he sees I’m with Blake.
His hands turn into fists.
I know what he’s thinking, what he wants to do, and it’s not going to happen.
“Don’t you dare,” I mouth to him, making sure he understands what I mean.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Aisha, and the smug look on her face.
Ugh, I can’t fucking stand her.
And I can’t stand that she’s enjoying every second of this.
As the seconds pass, Blake still not leaving my side, Easton’s expression tells me he’s on the verge of murder.
I need to stop him before he does something stupid.
“Blake, I have to go,” I say, and I rush over to Easton, ignoring Aisha’s presence.
“Ready to head to class?” I ask my boyfriend, linking our fingers together.
“Harper what the fuck.”
I can say the same to him about Aisha, but it isn’t the right moment for that. Not when his eyes aren’t even on me, they’re on Blake, glaring at his prey like he’s about to hunt at any second.
I need Easton’s attention.
I dig my nails into his hand.
“Class now!”
“That guy has some fucking balls,” he roars.
Aisha moves closer, her face inches from mine, where she whispers in my ear,
“Don’t you love it when Easton gets all animalistic.” She licks her lips.
“You should see him act that way when he’s naked. Mmm-mmm.”
My skin feels like it’s been scorched.
I can’t take another second of this.
“You’re such a bitch,” I spit at her, and then I pull Easton’s fingers, dragging him in the opposite direction.
“Why the hell were you talking to her?” I ask when we’re far enough away. I can’t hold back the anger, everything about today is eating at me.
He stops walking and I can tell he feels the same way, his mouth tense, his tone growly when he says,
“Why don’t you tell me what the fuck you were doing with Blake.”
Easton
I’m going to kill someone today.
I’m sure of it.
Anger is boiling inside my chest. Nothing Harper says or does can calm me down. I don’t give a fuck if she ran into Blake in the hallway, if it was by accident, if she didn’t want to talk to him-I don’t want her around him.
Period.
I don’t want her to even acknowledge that motherfucker exists.
Knowing my temper, I avoid him all day, so I don’t try to fight him in the hallway, but on my way to one of my last classes, I see him. He’s sitting on one of the tables in the cafeteria, talking to a girl I used to fuck. The look he’s giving her is the same one he gave to Harper earlier.
A look that’s never going to come across his face again.
I’m going to make sure of that.
I rush through the entrance and the second I reach him, I grab him by the fucking collar and haul him up off the table.
“You want to talk to Harper?” I blast at him.
“You talk to me first.”
He laughs like an egotistical cocksucker.
“What, are you feeling threatened, Easton? Worried she might like my cock more than yours?” He smiles.
“I’d be worried, too.”
“Easton!” Harper shouts from the doorway, rushing through the cafeteria, her hands now on my waist, trying to get me to release Blake.
“Don’t do this,” she pleads.
“Please don’t do this.”
His smile grows as he says,
“Gonna listen to your girl?”
“I can’t wait to hear this,” Aisha says, who’s now joined us, standing behind Blake.
“This is going to get good.”
A fire is licking through my veins as I continue to hold him by the throat, my anger causing me to see red.
“I’ve fucking had it with you,” I tell him.
“With your bullshit, your lies, the way you won’t back off my girl. She’s mine, Blake.” My teeth clench, growling,
“Mine.”
“Easton, come on,” Harper cries from behind me, trying to unclench the fingers of my free hand from the ball that they’re in.
“Man, you talk a lot of shit,” Blake goads, his lips wide, almost comical like The Joker.
“But that’s all you are-full of shit. You’ve got nothing to back yourself up. No balls. Just
I’m fucking done.
I shake Harper away and rear my arm back, my fist aiming for his nose. I punch him with all the strength I have and the second my skin connects with his, a sharp pain explodes through my knuckles.
Harper’s scream fills my ears.
Aisha’s gasp echoes through the room.
And the blood that gushes from Blake’s nose only adds to the red I’m already seeing.
“Fuck me!” Blake shouts, covering his face, the blood dripping through his fingers.
I feel no relief at all, the hate is still running through me.
My arm moves back again and Harper shouts,
“No! Easton, that’s enough!”
But it’s not enough.
Because even though he’s covering most of his face, I can still see that fucking smile.
“You want more of me, you motherfucker?” I spit.
“Move your fucking hand so I can knock your ass out.”
“Easton,” Harper cries,
“you’re going to get in trouble-“
“You’re right about that,” Leigh says from behind me, the feel of the administrator’s hand clamping down on my shoulder immediately stops me from punching Blake again.
“You’re coming with me,” she orders, and then drags me several steps back before she says to Blake,
“Go to the nurse right now and get that nose checked out.”
Fighting her is a battle I won’t win, so when her hand stays on my shoulder, leading me out of the cafeteria and into her office, I say nothing.
Only when she sits me in a chair in front of her desk do I start,
“Leigh,”
She holds up her hand.
“Take a breath, Easton.”
A breath?
Fuck that, I’m fuming.
There are parts of Blake’s face that still need to be pummeled with my fist.
I rake both sides of my hair, my hands twitching in anger.
“You need to listen to me ”