You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

 Easton

 "You almost ruined my fucking life, you bitch,” Rebecca shouts at Aisha as she's walking down the hall.

"I can't believe you're WHGOSSIP.

who the fuck do you think you are to do this to us?"

“Come on, Rebecca, your little love triangle isn't nearly as bad as the shit Aisha aired about me,’ Mickey says, his lip curling as he glares at Aisha.

"I almost got kicked out of school when you posted that pic of me smoking weed in the janitor's closet."

Aisha's face stays almost stoic as Vicky now approaches her, but Aisha can't hide the emotion that's in her eyes, watering to the point where I wonder if she'll actually let a tear fall.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Vicky yells, squaring up in front of Aisha.

"You want to post about me fucking around behind my boyfriend's back, then you come say it to my face.” "Hi,"

Harper says as she moves in next to me, dragging my attention away from the fight that's about to erupt.

Damn it, my girl can't look any hotter in that tight shirt and shiny lip gloss.

"Morning, baby."

I lean in to kiss her cheek, but she turns her head in time, giving me her mouth instead.

She's smiling when she pulls away and I know it's not just because of the kiss we just shared, especially when she nods toward Aisha.

"This happens to be one of the best days of my life."

She bites one of the lips I just tasted.

"That bitch is getting everything she deserves."

To be honest, I'm pretty fucking happy too.

I knew Aisha was guilty all along.

Now she's going to get it from every goddamn kid at this school —because that's how many people WHGOSSIP has fucked over in the last four years.

"I'm not gonna lie,” I say to Harper.

"I'm pretty fucking happy to be watching this go down as well."

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer, knowing we have a few more minutes of this before the bell goes off.

"What did I miss?"

Sadie asks as she joins us, Ryan at her side.

"Has anyone thrown a punch yet?"

"Not yet,"

Harper answers.

"But it looks like Vicky is getting really close.

"Do you remember when WHGOSSIP posted that photo of her kissing that college guy? Vicky hasn't forgotten and it looks like it's about to get ugly."

"Oh my God, I die,"

Sadie replies.

"I wish I had popcorn, that's the only thing that would make this better right now."

Harper reaches into her bag and hands Sadie a granola bar.

"That's the best I've got."

Sadie opens the wrapper and takes a bite.

"It'll do."

Ryan moves next to me and leans into my ear.

"Do you think Blake knew about this?"

I turn toward my best friend.

"You mean that WHGOSSIP is really Aisha?"

Ryan nods and says, "They've been close as hell the whole school year.

How could he not know?"

That's something that's crossed my mind since we found out the truth about Aisha.

Even though Blake and I have made amends, I still don't trust him.

There's something shady as fuck about that guy and it's not just the fact that he keeps trying to get with my girlfriend.

It's something else.

Something I can't put my finger on.

"I don't know,"

I tell Ryan.

"But I'm going to find out."

"How?"

I shrug.

"Ask him."

"You think he'll tell you the truth?"

"Dont know."

I think about it again.

"Doubt it, but it won't hurt to ask him.

Plus, I'll get to see how he responds and maybe I can tell if he's lying."

"You fucking cunt,” someone yells, pulling my attention back to the hallway where two other girls have joined Vicky, all of them now pointing their finger at Aisha.

"You stuck your nose in the wrong bitch's business."

I laugh.

"Today is going to be interesting as hell.” "If anyone puts their hands on her, they'll get suspended,” Harper says.

"Which is so unfortunate because I'd love to see Aisha with a few black eyes and a rearranged nose."

"A nose that was just done last summer,’ Sadie says.

"Whaaaaa?"

Harper says.

"Aisha had a nose job?"

"Oh yeah,"

Sadie replies, taking out her phone.

After a few taps and swipes, she shows us the screen where there are side—by— side shots of Aisha.

"Look at that hook.

You can't tell me she hasn't had it fixed—the tip, the width, it's all different now.

"Nope, you're right,’ Harper agrees.

"It's definitely been done."

She cups her hands around her mouth and chants, "Knock her out, knock her out."

A few people join in and suddenly everyone starts shouting it, goading Vicky to punch her.

Unfortunately, before Vicky gets in a swing, a teacher rushes into the scene and says, "All right, all right."

She puts one hand on Aisha and the other on Vicky, pushing them apart.

"All of you need to get to class."

When no one moves, she shouts, "Now!"

The crowd slowly begins to thin out.

Harper looks at me.

"Well that sucks.” I run my thumb across her gorgeous cheek.

"Don't worry, they'll find her after school.

This isn't even close to being over.’ "Then, we need to be in the parking lot after the last bell, because I need to see it all go down."

She smiles and kisses me.

"I'll see you after class."

"Yes, you will.” She loops her arm through Sadie's and both girls head in the same direction.

"Aisha isn't going to survive the day,’ Ryan says as soon as they're gone.

"You're right about that."

We start heading in the other direction toward our classes.

"Not that I feel bad for that bitch, she's stirred up enough bullshit in my life.” “And mine,’ Ryan agrees.

"Do you remember when she posted that picture of me passed out on your couch after that rager you threw sophomore year?"

"Dude, you puked all over yourself that night and we hosed you off and it left a mark on your shorts that looked like a piss stain."

“Except the whole fucking school didn't know that part, so they assumed I'd pissed myself.” He was so pissed the next morning when the pic aired.

I could never forget that.

"Damn, that was a fun night, though,"

I say.

"For you, asshole."

“And you."

He finally chuckled.

"Truth."

I stop outside my classroom.

"This is me.

I'll see you next period."

"You're still an asshole,” he says as I walk inside.

I take my seat next to Blake who's sitting all perky in his chair, like he just got the hottest chick's number.

Except, I'm dating the hottest chick in school and he's got ...

Aisha.

"Man, what do you think of Vicky going after Aisha?"

I ask him.

"That's some shit, huh?"

I didn't see him in the hallway, so I wonder how much he knows about this morning's fight.

He turns to me.

"Don't know.

I wasn't there.” "What, you're not having her back today?"

He chuckles, like the question is ridiculous.

"Got to school late and didn't want to get detention since your girl can't get me out of it."

He smiles.

"You know ...

the administrator you used to fuck."

Motherfucker.

"Did you know Aisha was WHGOSSIP?"

His eyes narrow.

"Don't you remember all the posts she shared that were about me?"

His teeth grind together, his jaw flexing.

"I knew nothing.’ I remember.

I also remember them not being bad at all.

Nothing like what Ryan, Harper and I have endured.

I'm still not sold that he's telling the truth, so I say, "You're sure you didn't know?"

He tilts his head, like he’s the one testing me.

"Positive."