Page 71 of Breaking the Rules
Invite Collin.
Make this into a double date.
Watching him suck face on his date is as bad as staying home, imagining him sucking face.
No.
They're equally bad.
My fingers glide over my cell case. It's the perfect shade of electric purple. Bright. Bold. Eye-catching.
Buzz.
I turn my cell over.
Hunter: As you'd say, "none of your business."
Emma: You don't know any women. All you do is work and go to the gym.
Hunter: In the three days you've lived with me?
Emma: Three days is enough.
Hunter: Believe it or not, I knew people before I started crashing at your brother's place.
"It's kinda cold in here, huh?" Collin slides into the table, into the seat next to mine. "They have a housemade hazelnut milk here. How cool."
I nod. Whatever he said, it's totally cool.
Emma: Was it a client?
Hunter: Maybe.
Emma: Pink hair?
"I was actually thinking we'd do a coffee shop. For our business proposal," Collin says.
I force myself to look into Collin's eyes. This is our second week of school. I barely know him. I certainly don't know if I can trust him. "I was thinking something with more inventory. A shoe store. Or a boutique."
"But so much of a boutique is trends and style."
"And coffee isn't?"
Emma: Carpe diem girl?
He laughs. "Not for me. I always whisper my vanilla latte order so no one will make fun of me."
"I won't tell."
His laugh gets louder.
I'm charming him.
He's flirting back.
He's interested.
And he's cute.
