Page 10 of Breaking the Rules
Two more minutes of selling this story.
Then I can lock myself in my room.
Scream as loudly as I want.
Run as far away from this as I want.
He moves closer. "You promise you're okay?"
"Yeah." I force a smile. "I'm good. Really."
"I told Hunter he could stay here. But—"
No. It's good. I've known Hunter a long time. He's a troublemaker yeah, but he's always looked out for me. "I'll cook. He'll clean."
"You sure?" Concern drips into his voice.
It's weird. How can he trust his friend to stay here but not trust him alone with me?
Either he's more over-protective than I thought.
Or there's something about Hunter I don't know.
"Go easy on him," Brendon says.
I raise a brow. "Easy how?"
"Don't fuck with him."
"Okay." I'm not promising that. Not if Hunter is anything like he was at Brendon's birthday party. All drunk and difficult and teasing.
"Don't fuck him."
"What?" Where the hell did that come from?
"He's not in the headspace for it."
"Are you his shrink?"
"Trust me for once."
Okay…
"He used to babysit you." He crosses to the stairs.
"No one ever babysat me."
"Still. He's almost ten years older."
"Am I supposed to stay away for him or for me?"
"Just be his friend."
There is something up.
But I'm not going to get greedy and dig.
I sold Brendon my story. That's good enough for tonight.
