Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)

“I asked Will to…”

Think, Kass, think.

My eyes drop to his brownie.

“Get me some food.”

In one move, I snatch the brownie out of Will’s hand.

Will’s eyes widen. “Kass, wai—”

But he’s too late. I nearly groan in satisfaction as I chew and swallow it whole. It’s so good I’m not even sorry.

“I’m also driving her home,” Will tells Luke, grabbing my wrist and dragging me away pronto.

Damn it, his idea is so much better.

As soon as we turn the corner, he cracks up.

“What?”

He laughs louder. “You just—”

“What, Will? Spit it out.”

“Trust me, you should’ve spit it out.”

Panic settles in my chest.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Just give it thirty minutes, control freak. You’ll know what I’m talking about.”

It dawns on me.

“Will…” My eyes grow the size of a planet. “Will, what was in that brownie?”

“Do you really need me to say it?”

No.

No.

No, no, no.

“How much?” This can’t be happening.

“A lot. Like a lot.”

No.

Fuck.

Shit.

I did not just eat a pot brownie.

“I’m so dead.” I pace around the room. “My mom always waits up for me. What the hell am I going to do? I can’t go home like this. I can’t go home high! I can already feel it. I think I’m going to faint.” I raise a hand to my forehead like I expect to find a scorching fever.