You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160 

Easton

 I immediately pull the Jeep around to the back of the Chinese restaurant, sliding into the available parking spot next to Sadie's mom's car, which sits empty.

Huh.

"Where are they?” Harper asks, glancing around.

"They should be here.” "Probably still hiding behind a tree,"

I mutter as I put the vehicle in park and shut off the engine.

Ryan and Sadie were way into the spying part of this scenario when we were making our plan last night.

Hopefully they weren't fucking around and actually got some damning evidence against Aisha.

Knowing Sadie, she'll come through.

She'll do anything to take that bitch down.

"I'm texting Sadie."

Harper grabs her phone and starts tapping away, sending a quick message.

Her phone dings almost immediately and she reads the text before saying, "They're on their way back to the car now."

We wait in silence, adrenaline coursing through me as I think about what we've done.

What we're about to do.

If everything goes as we planned, this is going to be major.

Like, stop Aisha from doing any of her shit ever again, major.

Within a few seconds they're in the back seat of the Jeep, the both of them out of breath and high fiving each other over and over again, giant smiles on their faces.

"Hey.

What did you two find out?"

I ask.

"So much good shit!"

Sadie crows, pleased with herself.

"We were both recording and got your fight from different angles.

It's so epic."

"Did you get Aisha in any of the footage?"

Harper asks.

"Yesss, oh my God.

I filmed her almost nonstop.

She took a ton of photos of you guys,"

Sadie says as she brings up her photos on her phone.

"Check it out."

Harper scrolls through the photos, our heads bent close together as we study each picture.

There are multiple ones of Aisha watching us and taking photos with her phone.

Hiding behind cars like a freaking stalker as she watches us.

"We're going to take her down.” Ryan reaches out to grip his sister's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"She's going to regret everything she's ever done to you."

I've given Ryan a lot of shit since Harper and I started seeing each other.

He's accused me of doing some bad things too.

But in the end, we're always there for Harper.

He's a good brother to her.

And I hope like hell he thinks I'm a good boyfriend for his sister.

"Yeah.

I'm thinking Aisha's done a lot more than we even know,’ Sadie says cryptically.

Harper and I share a look, but don't say anything.

Now we wait and see.

xk The fake fight was Harper's idea originally.

She thought it would be a good idea to give Aisha something to gossip about, and we all agreed.

Taking Harper to a Chinese restaurant in a part of town we never go to was my idea.

If we wanted to prove Aisha was tracking my ass, we had to set her up and go someplace obscure.

It worked.

Of course Aisha showed up.

And for once, she didn't make herself obvious.

How many other times did she do that when she was watching us? Watching me? Lurking in the shadows, taking note of my every move.

Fucking creepy.

What was Aisha's plan? Why did she do it? Did she actually think she could get with me somehow? The chick is seriously delusional.

After I dropped Harper off at her house, I went home and took a shower.

Kept checking my phone to see if there were any notifications of Aisha posting.

So far, nothing.

Damn it.

By the time I'm in bed and about to fall asleep is when I get a FaceTime call from Harper.

I answer, smiling when I see her pretty face filling my screen.

"What's up, beautiful?"

"You won't believe what just dropped.” Her eyes are glittering with excitement.

"What happened?” She's so pretty right now.

I wish she was here with me.

In my bed, instead of staring at me through a screen.

“WHGOSSIP just posted.” "So?"

What do they have to do with this? “Are you ready to hear what they said?"

She sounds like she's going to burst with excitement.

"Give it to me."

Harper clears her throat.

"Looks like there's trouble in paradise.

The golden couple of the senior class was caught having a raging fight in a parking lot earlier today.

Things got so bad that Little Miss Whore slapped her supposed boyfriend across the face.

Shit's getting real yo.

We predict the end is near.’ "Wait a minute—are you saying Aisha is WHGOSSIP?"

WHGOSSIP first appeared when we were freshmen, and it's been terrorizing the high school on a semi—weekly basis.

It makes total sense Aisha would be the one who's behind it all.

"Yes! She has to be.

At the very least, she's a part of it.

Can you even freaking believe it? Oh, and she posted a photo of us in the parking lot too.” My phone dings and I check Harper's text message, hitting the link that takes me to Instagram.

And there it is, the post Harper just read to me, accompanied by a photo of us in the parking lot, having our fake argument.

Damn, we look mad.

Harper's arm is raised, her hand poised and ready to smack my face.

Still can't believe my girl did that.

So ferocious.

Even though it hurt, it was a nice touch.

The perfect end to our passionate argument.

"That is all the proof we need Easton,” Harper says.

"Aisha is WHGOSSIP.

She followed you to the restaurant and she took that photo."

"Okay."

I click out of IG and go back to the FaceTime screen.

"Now that we know what's up, what are we going to do about it?"

Harper smirks.

"Sadie has a plan—and it's a good one."