Unbreakable Rules (Too Many Rules Book 3) by G.L. Snodgrass Page A
Authors: G.L. Snodgrass
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greatest experiences in my long, but sad life. Her beautifully shaped rear end swayed back and forth in front of me as she climbed each step sending my heart into hyper drive.
At the front door, she thanked me again, smiled, reminding me to let her know about Friday. All I could do was nod my head.
I waited until she pulled away in her car before screaming, "YES," at the top of my lungs and pumping my fists into the air.
Amanda stood at the kitchen table smiling. "You're going to need different clothes. You can't wear your regular clothes," she said.
"Huh, what's wrong with my clothes? And how do you know what I'm wearing, anyway?" I asked.
"Let me guess, jeans and a T-shirt. Am I right?"
My little sister shook her head. Clothes, yeah I should probably wear something different.
"Okay fashion guru, what should I wear for a date with Hailey Martin?" I couldn't believe myself when I said it like that.
Amanda smiled and shook her head again. "I think something with a collar at least."
Clothes. Car. What else did I need to do before Friday?
.o0o.
Hailey
Face it, Hailey, I thought to myself as I turned over in bed for the tenth time. You've got a crush on Ryan Hardy. All the signs are there. My heart had raced when he asked me out. A surge of pure joy had flashed through me. I desperately wanted to know where we were going on Friday. Most of all I wondered what he thought about me.
Had it been some throwaway line? Had he felt obligated because we'd been spending so much time together? What could he possibly see in someone like me?
I mean the man was a certified genius. Sure, he wasn't high in the social pecking order, but that was only because it wasn't important to him.
Oh crap. Social pecking order. People were going to freak when they found out that I went to the movies with Ryan Hardy. I could hear it already, 'She's fallen so far so fast. All the way from Jarret McGee to Ryan Hardy,' or, 'A Nerd? She's crazy, bat crap crazy.'
I lay there hugging my pillow and parsed the ramifications. Weighing the pros and cons, I realized I was going to take a hit for this, and I also realized, I didn't really care. Maybe Ryan Hardy was rubbing off on me.
He was so different. It was as if he was from a different country or something. He saw the world so differently. He treated the world with respect, I realized. He does it without even trying. It was just who he was.
Ryan Hardy. Who would ever have thought?
.o0o.
The week seemed to drag. It felt like Friday would never get there. Ryan had approached me at my locker the very next morning and asked if six would be okay on Friday. We'd have time to grab something to eat at the mall before the movie started at seven thirty.
Asked, not told, not instructed. Asked. It was nice to be treated with respect. I could get used to it.
"Sure," I said, "that sounds great, I can't wait."
"Okay, great. I'll pick you up at six, then."
He smiled and got a little red. I swear if there'd been dirt on the floor he'd have kicked at it.
I watched him walk away. His tall, lanky frame moving with a grace I had never seen before. A warm fluttery feeling started low in my stomach and started building strength.
I didn't notice Bri come up behind me. "What was that all about?" she asked.
"Oh, Ryan was letting me know what time he was going to pick me up on Friday."
"What? Why?"
"We're going to the movies, that's why." I looked at her, my eyes narrowing into my stern look, waiting for her to say something bad. If she criticized Ryan, I was going to push back. I hadn't realized how important this Friday was becoming.
Bri registered my look and wisely kept quiet. "I hope you know what you're doing," was all she said as she silently shook her head.
I looked back down the hall as Ryan disappeared around a corner. "Oh, I've got a pretty good idea. But, you know something? I don't care. The butterflies in my stomach far outweigh any problems this might cause."
.o0o.
"Mom, have you seen my peasant
At the front door, she thanked me again, smiled, reminding me to let her know about Friday. All I could do was nod my head.
I waited until she pulled away in her car before screaming, "YES," at the top of my lungs and pumping my fists into the air.
Amanda stood at the kitchen table smiling. "You're going to need different clothes. You can't wear your regular clothes," she said.
"Huh, what's wrong with my clothes? And how do you know what I'm wearing, anyway?" I asked.
"Let me guess, jeans and a T-shirt. Am I right?"
My little sister shook her head. Clothes, yeah I should probably wear something different.
"Okay fashion guru, what should I wear for a date with Hailey Martin?" I couldn't believe myself when I said it like that.
Amanda smiled and shook her head again. "I think something with a collar at least."
Clothes. Car. What else did I need to do before Friday?
.o0o.
Hailey
Face it, Hailey, I thought to myself as I turned over in bed for the tenth time. You've got a crush on Ryan Hardy. All the signs are there. My heart had raced when he asked me out. A surge of pure joy had flashed through me. I desperately wanted to know where we were going on Friday. Most of all I wondered what he thought about me.
Had it been some throwaway line? Had he felt obligated because we'd been spending so much time together? What could he possibly see in someone like me?
I mean the man was a certified genius. Sure, he wasn't high in the social pecking order, but that was only because it wasn't important to him.
Oh crap. Social pecking order. People were going to freak when they found out that I went to the movies with Ryan Hardy. I could hear it already, 'She's fallen so far so fast. All the way from Jarret McGee to Ryan Hardy,' or, 'A Nerd? She's crazy, bat crap crazy.'
I lay there hugging my pillow and parsed the ramifications. Weighing the pros and cons, I realized I was going to take a hit for this, and I also realized, I didn't really care. Maybe Ryan Hardy was rubbing off on me.
He was so different. It was as if he was from a different country or something. He saw the world so differently. He treated the world with respect, I realized. He does it without even trying. It was just who he was.
Ryan Hardy. Who would ever have thought?
.o0o.
The week seemed to drag. It felt like Friday would never get there. Ryan had approached me at my locker the very next morning and asked if six would be okay on Friday. We'd have time to grab something to eat at the mall before the movie started at seven thirty.
Asked, not told, not instructed. Asked. It was nice to be treated with respect. I could get used to it.
"Sure," I said, "that sounds great, I can't wait."
"Okay, great. I'll pick you up at six, then."
He smiled and got a little red. I swear if there'd been dirt on the floor he'd have kicked at it.
I watched him walk away. His tall, lanky frame moving with a grace I had never seen before. A warm fluttery feeling started low in my stomach and started building strength.
I didn't notice Bri come up behind me. "What was that all about?" she asked.
"Oh, Ryan was letting me know what time he was going to pick me up on Friday."
"What? Why?"
"We're going to the movies, that's why." I looked at her, my eyes narrowing into my stern look, waiting for her to say something bad. If she criticized Ryan, I was going to push back. I hadn't realized how important this Friday was becoming.
Bri registered my look and wisely kept quiet. "I hope you know what you're doing," was all she said as she silently shook her head.
I looked back down the hall as Ryan disappeared around a corner. "Oh, I've got a pretty good idea. But, you know something? I don't care. The butterflies in my stomach far outweigh any problems this might cause."
.o0o.
"Mom, have you seen my peasant
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