Page 80 of Unwritten Rules

?Chapter 22

Fallon

Iregretted sleepingwith him.

Like I knew I would.

Whatever. I needed to find Kelly. Hearing those things about Shane needed to be cleared up–and quickly. She had only been gone for a few minutes, and I hoped she didn’t go far. That Alexander guy was following me as I made a break from the group and headed off in the direction I saw her go in.

This guy was a fucking creep. He was trying to undress me with his eyes the entire time and his eyes had a sinister undertone to them that said he’d do it whether I wanted my clothes to come off or not.

No, thank you.

There were many levels of drunk people around me while I pushed past them all to find the path Kelly may have taken. Maybe upstairs if they wanted to go somewhere to make out or hookup.Or do fucking drugs!I checked my peripheral to see if I’d lost Alexander in the crowd and almost fell over in relief to not see him near me. That was the last thing I needed–to be in a dark room and trapped alone with one of the wealthiest kids in the nation unafraid with the shield of his daddy’s money.

There were a lot of doors to check, but I started in on them anyway. She had to be here somewhere. Door one opened to reveal three people naked in the act, unaware that I even opened the door. Gross, and not Kelly. Door two was locked; I knocked for a response. Nothing. The next door was a few steps ahead, but someone came up quickly behind me.

“Blondie,” the voice whispered.

I didn’t know if I should be relieved it was him or not.

“Oh, why don’t you go fuck yourgirlfriend?” My steps hastened so I could stay away from him and continue my search.

Behind the next door was a couple of people who passed out naked. Again, gross. Where the fuck was I?

“Hey,” Brent growled, grabbing my wrist. “I’m here tohelpyou.”

I snatched my wrist back from him and turned around without a response to keep looking on my own. Fuck his help. Fuck him.

“Fuck.” The rooms upstairs showed nothing, and I stomped down the hallway to look for her downstairs. She had to be somewhere.

“Fallon.”

I sidestepped him. “No.”

He moved to block me and evaded my attempt to shove him away easily. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him because I felt icky. Everything felt icky. I wanted to find Kelly and just get out of here, even for a few minutes to breathe before we had to trudge on with the rest of the night. I didn’t want to be at the stupid party or afterparty and I sure as hell didn’t want to betheFallon Montgomery.

My wrists were trapped in his grip. He bent down to meet my eyes. “Let. Me. Help. You.”

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