You’re Mine

Chapter 74

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. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I rake both sides of my hair, my hands twitching in anger. “You need to listen to me …”

“I need to listen to you?” She takes a seat on the edge of her desk, the side that’s closest to me. “You know that isn’t the way this works. I’m the one in control here.” As she swings her legs in the air, her skirt rides higher on her thighs. “And this little stunt just landed you in a heap of trouble.” She pauses. “You know I can protect you but fighting in school crosses a boundary.”

Trub across my knuckles. “He deserved it.”

She sighs. “What am I going to do with you, Easton?” She begins to play with the top button of her shirt. “You probably broke his nose. There are witnesses …” The top button pops open, and her legs widen, stretching the limits of her skirt. “This is grounds for a week suspension.”

I tug my hair at the roots. “A week?”

Fuck.

The school will notify my parents and my father will kick my ass for this. He’s all about me having a perfect record so I can get into the best college and then go to law school.

“You’ve got to work your magic,” I tell her. “I can’t get suspended. How about I serve a shitload of detention instead?”

“Do you think that’s a sufficient punishment?” She unbuttons another button, followed by a third, her legs spread so wide now, I can see her red, lace panties.

That’s where she’s going with this?

Oh shit

“I think detention is plenty,” I tell her, “especially if you stick me with that snore-fest, Mr. Jones.”

The last button unhooks, and she slides her shirt open, revealing a matching bra. She leans forward, her tits spilling out of the cups that are trying to hold them in. “Here are your options-you can come to my house tonight and serve me or you can serve your five-day suspension at home. Your choice.”

An ultimatum.

One that involves her pussy.

Anger bubbles through me, but a much different kind this time.

“What about your husband?” I ask.

“He’s out of town for the week.”

“Leigh …” When I shake my head, my stare falls to her tits. I remember them fondly and the way she rode my cock until she was fucking screaming. ” -.-” I cut off, not sure how to respond.

Her stare drops to my dick and she slowly licks across her lips. “Remember that phone call from Harper’s mom the other day that dismissed her from school?” She pauses, allowing my memory to catch up. “I can easily lose that paperwork. I wonder if Harper’s parents will let her date you when they find out you’re a bad influence on their daughter.”

I can go to Leigh’s place tonight and cheat on my girl.

Or I can earn myself a week suspension and get Harper in just as much trouble, jeopardizing our relationship when her parents find out I was the reason she’s suspended.

Leigh’s balls are as big as Blake’s.

“What’s your answer, Easton?”