Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)

“Thanks, you’re the beesssst,” she slurs.

She’s clearly still drunk, and if I’m being honest, I am, too. The difference is, she doesn’t have to be at work in two hours. I do. I need to sober up. Tiptoeing down the stairs not to wake Winter, I almost slip on water and grip the railing for balance.

Who the hell put water all over the stairs?

I think back to the party gossips Zoey dumped on us in the Uber. Something about Bianca whining that she couldn’t find Haze anywhere after he broke off their “special friends” relationship. He told her it wouldn’t be right to keep sleeping with her knowing that she has feelings for him.

I know, that was… awfully decent of him. He must’ve gotten punched in the head too hard at the last fight.

I also happen to know Winter disappeared not even an hour into the party. Coincidence? I think not. My guess is they left together. Still doesn’t explain the water, but it’s the best I’ve got. Man, I hope she didn’t do anything stupid.

Says the girl who made out with her brother’s best friend.

Rubbing my eyes, I pad into the kitchen, instantly shivering at the icy temperature. It’s colder than Blake’s heart in here. I catch a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror on my way to the thermostat and cringe.

I look like a pile of shit.

And that’s putting it lightly.

I’m so glad no one can see me right n—

“Morning, control freak.”

You have got to be kidding me.

I shriek in surprise, swiveling around and spotting Will by the back door. He looks like he’s on his way out, a black gym bag dangling off his shoulder. My brother probably sent him to pick up more of his stuff.

Because yes, Kendrick’s still staying with Blake to keep from my mother that he got his ass whooped. Only heaven knows what crazy excuse he fed my mom for her to be okay with this. I saw him from afar at the party. His face is looking better every day. He should be able to come home soon—not that I miss living with this human headache.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I clutch my racing heart.

When Will’s eyes rake over my body, I wish I could develop superpowers and go invisible woman on his ass. I’m wearing biker shorts, no bra, and the oldest, most hideous T-shirt I own.

At first, he seems as shocked as I am.

Until his gaze drops to my chest.

And he smirks.

Don’t tell me you can see my—

Yep. You can see my nipples.

Note to self: Life still hates you.

Will chews on his bottom lip, failing to conceal his grin. “Rude. I don’t even get a hi?”

I snatch the gray cardigan my mom hung by the door, flinging it on faster than a speeding bullet, but it’s too late. Will’s seen more than enough, and he’s got his joke ready to go.

“Or maybe your friends want to say hi?”

This is it.

I’m crawling under a rock and never coming out.

“Why are you here?” I fold my arms over my chest as if to be extra certain he can’t see through the fabric.

“Kendrick sent me to get some of his stuff for training.” He points to his gym bag. We’ve talked about me being aware of their secret before, yet I often forget about Will’s involvement in all this. That my crush also fucks people up for fun—Way to add to the already long list of reasons why I shouldn’t feel this way about him.