Page 49 of Breaking Rules
You’re showing me your cleavage. And come on. You tagged the locker room door with “Train sucks.”
Horror careened through me.I DID NO SUCH THING, I typed out in all caps. I’d wanted to tag but hadn’t.
The final bell rang, and a handful of students ran in.
Mr. Salvatore droned on as he wrote on the whiteboard. “This week will be more lectures. Also a reminder that your reports on your senior project are due this Friday.” He set down his marker then began talking about coding and HTML.
I took notes, but I also zoned out. It was weird that the locker room door had been tagged when I’d almost done it myself but backed out.What are you worried about? You didn’t do it. So what if Train thinks you did. But what if my mom gets wind and thinks I did tag when I promised her I didn’t?I wasn’t taking the blame for something I didn’t do. Not only that, Train was threatening me by going to Principal Flynn if I kept teasing him, and I could become the number-one suspect since Principal Flynn had my records from my last school.
My phone buzzed in my lap.
It was a text from Train.So how’s your jumanji after Friday?
I tapped out a reply.We need to talk. Meet me at my house after school.It was time to clear the air with him. I also had to find out more about the door. I couldn’t start asking around. Otherwise, I might look guilty. I didn’t need to have more people pointing the finger at me.
You want me. Don’t you?
I wanted to type out,Duh. Instead, I texted,I’ll show you how much when you meet me at my house after school.I didn’t want to give him any reason to not show.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his mouth drop open.
Bingo.
He growled beside me.I’ll be there.
Double bingo.
I tabled the mystery of who tagged the locker room door. Instead, I focused on taking more notes and learning how certain keystrokes returned a color, capital letter, or larger font. The class flew by as I got into the cool language of coding. I was also patting myself on the back that I understood the coding language. Maybe the class wouldn’t be difficult.Oh yes, it will when you have to work with Train.That was another reason to chat with him in private and not in front of friends, the team, or anyone else. Just him and me. Then I would have his undivided attention.
I peeked over at him. Pain and happiness waged war on his handsome face. Maybe he was sporting a boner, but I couldn’t tell. When class finally ended, he didn’t give me the time of day. But I would definitely have his full attention at my house after school.
