Unwritten Rules (Rules 1)

But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is the annoyingly charming guy that comes along with it.

Casually leaning against his bike with his arms crossed, he’s staring right at me.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath, walking toward him. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, someone told me that I was all talk and no action, so I had to come and prove that someone wrong.”

“That someone never told you to show up her house, and that someone is thinking you’re running out of excuses to stalk her.”

“Fine.” He steps closer. “I wanted to see you.”

“Well, you saw me. Goodbye now.”

“I liked our date yesterday,” he whispers.

“It wasn’t a date,” I retort.

“Sure it wasn’t.”

One step closer from him.

One step back from me.

I jump when my back comes in contact with something—Kass’s car. She must’ve driven with her mom this morning. Great. Haze fills the remaining distance between us, and I find myself at a loss for words when his pale eyes capture mine. It’s like I can’t think when he’s too close.

He lifts one of his arm, resting his hand right next to my head on the top of the car.

“Stop it,” I let out.

“Stop what?” He smiles.

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“Trying to seduce me.”

I escape through the empty space under his arm and step back until we’re at a bearable distance.

“Can’t you just act normally? The flirty looks, the cocky attitude, and overconfidence. It’s getting old.”

He half-smiles. “Oh, so you want to see the real me?”

“That’s not what I said. But if you’re going to show up at my house, I’d rather not have to deal with your player attitude.”

He seems a bit taken aback but quickly gathers himself.

“As you wish, Kingston.”

He does the one thing I did not expect.

He hands me a spare helmet and starts his motorcycle.

“Where in my sentence did I say I wanted to go somewhere with you?”

He grins.

“Where in my sentence did I say I was giving you a choice?”

I shake my head. Definitely not getting on that thing again.