Unwritten Rules (Rules 1)

Haze: Don’t think so low of yourself, Kingston. You’re more than a gardening tool.

I find myself laughing out loud when I read his message.

Winter: Idiot.

Haze: You laughed.

Winter: I did not.

Haze: I saw you.

Winter: How could you?

Haze: I’m standing outside your house, I told you.

Winter: The hotel this morning and now my house? You really are obsessed with me.

Haze: What are you talking about

Winter: Stop. I know it was you.

Haze: What was me

Winter: The text messages.

Haze: What messages?

I can’t tell if he’s messing with me. I sure hope he is.

Haze: Is someone sending you creepy texts

Winter: You mean except you?

Haze: Seriously, someone’s messing with you?

Winter: Oh so now you know how to use a question mark.

Haze: Winter, I’m serious.

Winter: I’d like to stay and chat but I can’t. I have a dinner to go to.

Haze: Oh yeah, the fake girlfriend dinner. Am I invited

Winter: How the heck do you know about that?

Haze: Because we haven’t been talking doesn’t mean I haven’t been keeping an eye on you.

There he goes again with his damn lines. The boy sure has a way with words. But most importantly, he has a way with me. Sometimes I think he is endeavoring to seduce me. And sometimes I’m afraid that it might be working.

Winter: Creepy.

Haze: Am I invited? ;)

Winter: Never in a million years.

“Winter, honey, dinner’s served!” Maria shouts from downstairs, her voice distant but firm.

“Coming.”