Rule #5: You Can't Trust the Bad Boy (The Rules of Love) by Anne-Marie Meyer

Author:Anne-Marie Meyer [Meyer, Anne-Marie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Sweet Heart Books, LLC
Published: 2019-05-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I slunk over to the corner to lean against the wall, hoping it would help hold me up. The pain that coursed through my body felt as real as the pain of having an arm cut off. Or stubbing a toe.

My life was irreversibly changed, no matter how much I wanted it to be different.

“Who’s your friend, Jet?” Brit’s words sounded in my ears, but I just couldn’t bring myself to look up at her.

Jet appeared in front of me. His forehead was furrowed. “You okay? You look pale.”

I nodded as I stepped out from under his scrutiny. “I’m fine. I just...I left something in the bathroom.”

“Oh, okay,” Brit said, giving me a smile that just made me feel worse.

I nodded and scurried past her. Once I was in the hall, I kept my gaze on the ground until I was back in the bathroom.

I collapsed against the door. What was I doing here? What was wrong with me? I shook my head as I closed my eyes tight. I’m not sure what I thought I would accomplish by slinking away. It wasn’t like I was in the magical land of Oz where all I had to do was click my heels and wish for everything to be okay.

My life wasn’t a fairytale. It was real. My problems were real, and my decisions could affect a lot of people.

Thanks for stacking on the guilt, Mom and Dad.

I blew out my breath and headed over to the sink. I felt like an idiot, hiding in the bathroom again. But what else could I do? I didn’t live here. Where else was I supposed to go to throw my tantrum?

In the mirror, my normally bright blue eyes looked as stormy as my soul felt. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I didn’t want to go to Italy. I wanted nothing to do with Stefano. And yet, I knew I couldn’t disappoint so many people who were depending on our families’ merger.

There was so much more at stake now that my feelings for Jet were growing. Why had I thought I could have a weekend away? My decisions would follow me whether I liked it or not.

“Stupid,” I whispered under my breath.

I wished I could say that I would take this whole weekend back. That I’d click my heels and return to the time right before I got on Jet’s stupid motorcycle. Before I’d allowed myself to care for him. I would force myself to stay at the table and play nice with Stefano just like my parents wanted me to. I would have never left.

At least then I’d have a choice. I could have decided to help my parents or demand they stop meddling in my life. But now? How could I not go along with my parents’ plan?

For some reason, leaving Jet in this situation when he had a chance to get out of it, made my heart hurt.

I patted my cheeks—maybe a bit too hard—and made my way over to the door.

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