Page 69 of The Rule Breaker
I arch a brow. “Not a guy.”
“So, itwasa girl?” Austin grins, eyes glowing with curiosity. “Who?”
Shit.
“Yeah, I’m not fucking talking about this with you guys.”
“Aww, come on,” Austin groans. “I’ve been rooting for you to get laid for months.”
“Was it Brenna?” Logan asks. “She was all over you at the party last week.”
I have no fucking clue who Brenna is. But I can’t exactly admit that, can I?
I glance at Cole. He’s leaning against the locker, chewing his gum slowly, eyes flicking between me and the rest of the room.
“Yeah,” I lie, swallowing hard. “It was… Brenda.”
“Brenna,” Austin corrects, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Right. Sure. Her.”
Nathan chuckles from across the room, his voice dripping with amusement. “Damn, she really marked you up. Shouldn’t you remember her name?”
I let out a laugh that’s way too forced, feeling it scrape at my chest. Jesus.
My face burns, and I force my hand through my hair, pretending like I’m unaffected. But deep down, I’m spiraling.
If only they knew who actually gave me that hickey. If only they knew I’d left my marks all over her perfect tits, leaving my fucking scent on her skin.
My best friend. My teammate. A guy I consider like a brother. And I betrayed him.
I fucked his little sister.
And goddamn it, I want to do it again. Because deep down, no matter how many times we agreed it was a one-time thing.
Once will never be enough.
20
ISABELLA
“I’m not going,” I announce, flopping back onto the bed.
Aurora, standing in front of my closet, doesn’t even look at me. She pulls out a tiny black dress, holds it up between two fingers, and stares at me, waiting.
“You’re wearing this,” she says, the dress hanging in the air like it’s the obvious answer.
I groan and let my head fall back onto the pillow. “I’m staying in.”
Without missing a beat, she tosses the dress onto me. “You’re going out.”
I roll my eyes and flop back down onto the bed. “I’m not in the mood. I’ve had a long week, and a good movie and junk food are all I need right now.”
She pulls out a pair of shoes, keeps rummaging through my closet, and doesn’t seem affected by my protests. “You’ve been cooped up in here long enough.”
I sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “I just don’t feel like seeing Ryan tonight. Not after everything.”
Aurora turns her head so fast, I almost get whiplash. “Everything?” she asks, eyes narrowing. “What does everything entail? What are you not telling me?”
