Page 131 of Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)
The thought rips me apart.
Defeats me.
No, it straight up disqualifies me from our maddening game of cat and mouse. I used to be unbeatable. Number one player through and through.
I always won the game until winning meant losing her.
It’s more than lust.
A lot more.
I like this girl.
And I want to give this a shot.
Screw the consequences.
I have to find her. I have to tell her. Even if there’s a chance that I’m too late. Walking off, I begin my search, but luck isn’t on my side, because I can’t find her anywhere. I must seek her blonde hair for five minutes before stopping by the beer keg. Who knows if she’s even here?
A voice startles me. “Drinking by yourself?”
Zoey.
“Can I help you?” I barely spare her a glance.
“Nope. But I’m hoping I can help you.” She leans forward, feeling my bicep. I move away with a cringe. When is Kass going to accept this Zoey chick is a backstabbing bitch?
“I’d rather poke my eyes out with a fork, but thanks.”
“Ouch.” She pouts. “Kendrick is much nicer than you.”
“Kendrick wants to fuck you, I don’t.”
She looks at me like I’ve just slapped her in the face.
“Is Kass here? You know, your best friend?” I remind her.
She quickly collects herself. “Nah, she couldn’t be bothered. She’s too busy with Luke.”
I squeeze the glass bottle so tightly at her statement I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter in my hands.
“What’s going on between those two anyway?” I ask.
“Oh, you don’t know?” She chuckles. “They’re a thing now. She told me they sealed the deal a few hours ago.”
They what?
She fucking slept with him?
She let him touch her… like I did?
When?
After I left?
After I didn’t say what I should’ve?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
