Page 114 of Unwritten Rules
Mia nods in agreement, but I stay silent, not wanting to comment. Khai might like the attention he gets from the female fans, but right now, it’s the last thing on my mind.
When we reach Khai’s car parked a few spaces down from mine, I tell him I’ll see him at home once I’ve dropped Mia at my parents’ place. Khai nods and slides into the front seat.
Silence settles over me and Mia until we reach my car, and words tumble from her mouth. “What happened that made you play like a distracted monkey tonight?
Opening the back door, I drop my gym bag on the seat and climb into the front seat. “I’m not a monkey.” Groaning, I pressmy palms into my eyes, rubbing at them until I’m seeing stars. Anything to distract me from the conversation Mia seems keen on having.
When I drop my hands to my lap, I meet Mia’s eyes. Her brows are raised, as if telling me she isn’t dropping the topic until I answer her
Fuck me.
I sigh heavily. “Just someone I thought I was close with seems to have turned her back on me.”
It’s an exaggeration at best. Yes, Tatum did walk away from me without so much as letting me discuss what happened with her, but that’s not what I’m frustrated about. It has nothing to do with her giving me the silent treatment, and everything to do with Phil’s stupid fucking rule and Zoe putting her foot in it
Mia’s gaze narrows. “A girl?”
My jaw ticks as the engine roars to life. I turn the seat warmer up high, hoping it’ll ease the chill seeping into my veins and help soothe my sore quad muscles. Two birds with one stone. Pulling the car out of the space and onto the road, my hands tighten around the leather wheel. “Yes.
“Not the girl with the short brown hair I remember you mentioning once or twice.”
My lips quirk. I should’ve never told her about Zoe, but somehow, she managed to squeeze it out of me a few months ago. “Not her, no.”
A sparkle shines in her eyes. “It’s Tatum, isn’t it?”
“Shut it,” I murmur, not wanting to entertain this conversation.
“Interesting.”
“How so?”
Mia tilts my head back on the head rest, eyes searching the side of my face. “You like her.”
My jaw tightens as I stare ahead. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her she’s wrong, that she doesn’t know what I’m feeling. But the truth is: she’s right.
Mia gasps and reaches across the console to slap my left thigh—thank God it wasn’t my right—and I glare in response. “I knew it.”
I scratch at my jaw, chest tightening. “Mia…”
She laughs, no doubt at the shade of pink coating my cheeks that I’m helpless to stop. I’m not opposed to talking about my love life with my sister—it’s something I tend to keep private until she pulls it out of me—but when it comes to Tatum, I can’t help but let my emotions show more than usual.
Flustered, I shove my fingers through my hair, avoiding Mia’s eyes.
“Wow. You do love her,” Mia murmurs, voice light.
Fucking hell, is it really that obvious to everyone around me?
A small smile forms on Mia’s lips at my silence, and she reaches over to touch my arm. “I’m sure it’ll work out, Sin.”
Needing to take the spotlight off me—and so my heart rate will calm down—I nod in her direction. “Oh yeah? And how is it between you and Noah?”
Mia’s face falters as she pulls her hand away, turning her attention back to the road. “I haven’t spoken with him yet.”
She should be taking her own advice.
“What are you waiting for, Mia?”
She sighs loudly, rubbing a hand over her forearm. “Tomorrow I’m telling Mum everything. About Ryan, my therapy, my job with Noah. Everything.”
