Page 32 of Unwritten Rules
Nico expels a breath. “It’s fucking constant, I swear. I’m gonna have to change my number soon.”
The three of us burst out laughing at the expense of our friend. Nico should’ve known better than to pick up a super fan and take them home to sleep with. It’s a recipe for disaster. Not only do they become attached and obsess over you, but it has the potential to turn into a dangerous situation, one that leaves you having to deal with a stalker.
I mean, I would know, given my current situation with Zoe.
“You need to sort her out, man.” I clap Nico on the shoulder, the muscles stiff under my touch. “Or you could find yourself in some serious hot water.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he murmurs, sipping on his beer. “I’ll sort it out.”
Zane turns his attention to me, tipping his chin up. “What about you, Sin? How’s the quad feeling?”
“Fine,” I bite out, rubbing my hand over my thigh. Talking about my injury is the last thing I want to do. It only serves as a reminder that I’m on the sidelines while my friends tear up the field. “I should be back in a couple of weeks.”
“If he gets cleared,” Khai adds. When he feels the heat of my glare on his face, he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. “What? It’s true. But don’t worry, you’re in good hands with Tatum.”
If I could wipe that knowing smirk off his face with the back of my hand, I would.
“Ah, yes, Tatum.” Zane’s eyes dart around the table. “What’s her deal anyway?”
Khai is quick to jab his thumb in my direction, the little shit. “Why don’t you ask our good friend Sin here.”
“Shut up, asshole,” I hiss under my breath, trying to stomp on his foot, but he’s quick to pull it away before the heel of my shoe can make contact with his toes.
Nico frowns. “Why? What do you know that we don’t?”
“Well, let’s just say he knows an intimidate detail or two about our new physio.”
Heat burns the tips of my ears, my fingers curling into fists on my thighs.
Oh, I’m so going to kill him when we get home.
Zane and Nico snap their gazes to me, realisation swirling in their eyes.
“You hooked up with Coach’s daughter?” Zane all but shouts in the busy bar.
Nico is quick to slap a hand over Zane’s mouth before I can reach across the table and do the same, but in a way that wouldhurt ten times more. His blinks rapidly, as if that’ll help him understand the bomb Khai just dropped.
“I thought Coach Phil said his daughter was off-limits.” Nico lowers his hand to wrap around his beer. “How did you bag Tatum so quickly?”
I run a frustrated hand through my hair. “That’s not what happened.”
Khai grins. “Please do tell what happened.”
My jaw ticks as I mouth,I’m going to kill you.
My best friend laughs like a banshee.
“Come on, don’t leave us hanging.” Zane shifts on the seat, resting his elbows on the table. “And don’t leave out any details.”
I huff and lean back on the chair. “It’s nothing, really. We hooked up when I was in Barrenridge two weeks ago. End of story.”
“That’s it?” Nico deadpans, eyes flicking from me to Zane and Khai. “What are the chances of that happening?”
“Very fucking high, apparently,” I grumble. To put out some of the flames burning in my chest, I take a long sip of the Carlton Dry beer. Tastes like shit, but it does the job of easing the tension coiling in my back and pressure weighing on my chest.
“You lucky fucker.” Nico jams his fist into my shoulder, shoving lightly. “Well, not entirely lucky because if Coach finds out you touched his daughter, then you’re dead meat.”
“I know,” I murmur, eyes focused on the condensation racing down the side of the glass. “Believe me, I know.”
