Page 55 of Breaking Rules
My intuition was telling me to stay away from anyone who was close to Nina. I was so focused on trying to read Ferris’s blank expression that I didn’t hear or see Train until he sat down.
“Tutoring session over? Train asked in a hard tone.
Ferris sprang to his feet. “Yep. Montana, think about what I said. See you Friday. Same time.” His long legs ate up the distance from the table to the door before he vanished.
“He likes you,” Train said.
My tongue hadn’t untied yet from Ferris asking me to the ball.
Train snapped his fingers. “Montana, what’s wrong? Did he threaten you?”
The worry in his tone jolted me back. “No. He asked me to the ball.”
“What did you tell him? Are you going with him?” Train sounded as though he didn’t want me to go with Ferris. Train confused the hell out of me.
I had a sarcastic retort on the tip of my tongue, but I decided not to goad him. Maybe then he would open up more.
“I didn’t get a chance to answer him,” I said.
“I think you should stay away from him. His mission is to screw every girl in school before he graduates.”
“Is that your way of saying you don’t want me to go with him because you like me and want to ask me yourself?”
He leaned over the table, his hair falling over his forehead. “Seriously. Watch out for him.” He got a pen and a notebook out of his bag. “Let’s work on our report.”
Maybe there was some truth to his warning since Ferris had been cuddling up to Nina. I flipped open my notebook to the place where I’d jotted down the list of items that Mr. Salvatore wanted to see in our report. I’d also made a list of the topics that Mom had suggested for her author app, from new releases to author events and other things associated with her books.
For the first time since Train and I met, we dropped all the drama and sarcasm and concentrated on our project. I scooted closer to him while he broke out his laptop and began typing up the report. Since this was just a preliminary report, we didn’t have to make it too perfect. The report was Mr. Salvatore’s way of making sure we were on track.
I pointed at the screen. “Back up. You typed teaser wrong.”
He swatted at my hand. “Don’t touch my screen. Fingers leave an imprint that’s hard to get off sometimes.”
Oooh kay.
As he typed, he said, “By the way, I’m having a beach party on Saturday night. Do you want to come?”
I did a double take. “Are you asking me out?” Maybe he’d had an epiphany during the last hour.
“Pfft. No. It’s a party. If you come, bring an overnight bag and make sure you bring your blue bikini.” He licked his lips, and his eyes seemed to darken.
“I’ll think about it.” I knew my answer, but he didn’t need to know I was silently pumping my fist in the air because I would be spending the night on a beach with Train among the partygoers, although I did have to clear the overnight part with my mom.
