Unwritten Rules (Rules 1)

I look up at the broad-shouldered guy next to me. His hands are covered in soap, while I’m wearing a motorcycle helmet. I have no idea what scenario popped up in her mind, but I’m pretty sure that whatever she thinks she saw, she’s wrong.

“You know what? I don’t even want to know.” She shakes her head in disapproval and exits the bathroom before I have a chance to justify myself.

As soon as the door is shut closed, Haze and I share an awkward look and burst out laughing

This day just keeps on getting better and better.

“If she tells Kendrick, I’m dead,” I say.

“What could she possibly tell him? He had soap in his hands and she had a helmet on her head?”

He has a point. I can’t think of a credible way to explain this. Haze goes back to trying to free my poor head. After a painfully long while, the helmet finally decides that it’s done fucking with me and cooperates.

“Oh my God,” I say, staring at myself in the mirror.

“What?”

“I have a face.”

We laugh again.

His gaze drifts from me to his phone. “I hate to put an end to our second date, but I have to go.”

I consider fighting him on the D word again but decide against it. He’s right, and although I profoundly hate myself for it, I did go out with him for the second time tonight.

“I’ll see you at school?” I can tell from the way he chews on the inside of his mouth with a hesitant stance that he’s debating on something.

He glimpses at my lips but rips his eyes away shortly after.

I hand him his helmet, or should I say my own personal nightmare, and watch him stride toward the door. Just as he’s about to open it, he turns around, smiling,

“Hey, Kingston?” he says quietly.

I look at him.

“Thank you for getting to know me.”

I try and ignore the feeling of warmth spreading deep within me.

I smile as he reaches for the door handle.

“Hey, Adams?”

His blue eyes collide with mine.

“Thank you for showing me you were worth knowing.”

A smug grin widens across his strong features. He looks at me one last time and walks out of the room. Seconds later, I hear the front door being shut. I walk out of the first-floor bathroom and come face-to-face with Kassidy. She doesn’t say a word at first, but the look she gives me is full of blame.

“Thank you for showing me you were worth knowing? Seriously?” She raises her eyebrows, her tone judgmental and cold.

I don’t reply, walking around her in an attempt to escape her speech.

“When you catch feelings and he drops you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I enter my bedroom and shut the door, hearing the roar of a motorcycle fade out outside.

His words echo in the back of my head. Thank you for getting to know me.