Page 59 of My Rules

“Did we fucking tag team her or something?”

“No,” he scoffs.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He shrugs and then shakes his head. “Pretty sure.”

“Pretty sure?” My eyes widen in horror. “Pretty sure is not good enough.”

“Well ... what were you doing at the time, dickhead? Why is it only up to me to remember your misdemeanors? Because trust me, there’s a lot of them. I can’t keep up.”

“I’m never touching alcohol again,” I huff as I stomp up Henley’s front steps. “This is it; I have reached my limits.”

Henley casually walks out the front door. “What are you doing?”

“Taryn has footage of us from the night of Carol’s party,” I whisper.

Henley’s eyes rise across the road to see Taryn in her roller skates talking to Rebecca through the car window. “That can’t be good.”

“Oh ... you think?” I spit.

“Did you ask Rebecca if she wrote the book?” Henley asks.

“No,” I snap. “She didn’t write the fucking book.”

“And we know this how?”

“Because I asked her about a fisting frenzy and she was completely horrified. Thank you for throwing me under the bus on that, by the way.”

We all look back across the street to the two of them talking.

“I don’t think Taryn wrote it,” Henley replies.

“Why not? A fisting frenzy is right up her alley,” Antony quips.

“Listen, we’ve got bigger fucking problems than a stupid flash drive,” I whisper. “Taryn—”

“Boys.” We are interrupted by Winston coming around the corner.

“Hello, Winston.” We all step back from each other.

“Listen, Blake. Can I have a quick word in private?” he asks as he gestures around the corner.

Huh?

I don’t have time for this shit right now.

“Sure.”

I look up to see Taryn is now doing spins on her roller skates.

Fuck me.

I walk around the corner with Winston. “What is it?”

“Look, Doc,” he says as his eyes dart around guiltily. “I need your help.”

“With?” My eyes rise back across the street to Roller Boob Barbie. If she says something to Rebecca, I swear I’m going to run her over with my car.

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