You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 130

 

 

Chapter 130

Easton

Winter break is upon us and I swear to God, I can breathe easier.

Helps that finals are over, and my girlfriend isn't so damn stressed out all the time.

Helps even more that her parents have loosened the leash they latched onto her after the Christmas tree incident, and they're letting her go out more.

Not too sure if she's telling them she's actually going out with me, though.

That's something I need to bring up to her soon, but for now, I'll take her any way I can get her.

As long as she's in a good mood.

And finally, she is.

Soam I. I pull into the gas station that's not too far from campus and park next to a pump.

The place is busy, full of cars and I notice the one parked on the other side of the pump I'm at.

It's familiar, and as I'm inserting my credit card into the machine, I notice the passenger seat and the backseat are full of boxes and belongings.

Like someone is moving.

Once I've got the gas situation handled, I lean against my car and wait for the tank to fill, checking my phone.

We're going to the movies and we're meeting at the theater, since Harper isn't ready to bring me back around the parents yet. I'm a little hurt over it, but I also understand.

I mean, their mom did catch me going down on their daughter, and that is some fucked up shit right there.

I'd rather pretend the moment never happened. Wipe that shit from my brain once and for all, but I know the next time I see their mom, it's going to be there, hovering between us.

Fuck my life, that was messed up. I scratch the back of my neck, my gaze snagging on the woman approaching the car full of stuff.

Her walk, the color of her hair, everything about her is familiar and I know in an instant who it is.

Leigh.

She spots me, a sneer forming on her face as she rolls her eyes. "You would be the last person I have to see before I leave this godforsaken town."

I slouch against the car, pretending I could give two shits about seeing her, though I can't help but be curious. "You're leaving?”

Leigh must've had to pay inside, because she's undoing her gas cap with jerky movements and shoving the gas pump nozzle into her tank so roughly the car rocks. “More like I'm being forced out.”

I don't feel bad for her. Not one bit. She's a conniving little bitch who used me. At least I was able to use her too. "You get fired?”

“No, thanks to you,’ she mutters. “I had nothing to do with that. I didn't tell them shit.”

Why I feel the need to reveal that to her, I don't know. "Sure."

She practically snarls at me. "My husband kicked me out of the house, you know."

"No shit?’ I run my hand through my hair, bored already. "Guess I can't blame him. You were fucking around with a teenager.”

"You're a pig,"

Leigh spits at me, already yanking the nozzle out of her tank and putting it away. "I hate you. I hope you rot in hell.”

"Right back at you, babe. You're the one who messed with my head, you know. I was a minor back then. You broke the fucking law,"

I remind her. “And you enjoyed every minute of it, you little cocksucker.”

She marches straight up to me and I push away from the car, standing my ground. "You think you're so smart?

Always getting away with shit. Someday you're going to get found out for who you really are, and then what are you going to do?"

I frown, hating her words. What she's saying.

The intent behind them. “Shut up,’ I mutter, but it's like she doesn't even hear me. "You're nothing but a facade. A fake. Pretty face, I'll give you that.

Nice body.

Thick cock. But that's all you've got going for you. Up here?"

She taps her temple.

“Empty. Stupid. You won't get into a decent college, no matter how hard you try. Your grades don't measure up. You don’t measure up. I'm afraid you're just aren't good enough for anyone.”

I glare at her, trying to ignore the way her words make me feel.

How she knows where to stick it to me. I might've trusted her in the past, and admitted my worry over school, and how I fucked off all the time and never took it seriously.

She helped me. Made sure my test scores were up to par. Ensured my overall grades were stellar.

My parents never complained. My father told me I was a genius just like him.

I was on my way to achieving anything I could ever want. "Truth is painful, isn't it?

I see it in your eyes. It's hitting you that I'm right. That you're not as smart as everyone thinks you are.”

She takes a step closer, her voice lowering. “You might've used me for sex, Easton, but you also used me to look like an academic superstar and now that I'm gone?

You're going to fail everything.”

"Fuck off. I don't need you."

My voice is low, laced with fury, and the bitch actually laughs at me. "Good luck,”

she calls as she makes her way to her car and jumps into the driver's seat.

I watch her drive away, glancing up at the last second when I think I spot someone I recognize.

A flash of blonde hair is there, then gone.