Beautiful Broken Rules
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Chapter One
First Impressions
One thing I know for sure and have come to terms with–I’m the school slut. I hate that word; but sometimes it is what it is, or in my situation, I am what I am. I like guys, all kinds of them and lots of them. College has been the perfect setting for being able to meet so many. Since I have no desire for a relationship whatsoever, I sleep around. Sleeping with one guy consistently is too permanent. It builds a façade that I want more than I actually do. I definitely don’t want one guy sticking around me on any kind of consistent basis. I would be a terrible girlfriend anyway.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not one of those girls that just go around sleeping with any guy, with no care to anyone’s feelings. I have three rules: never sleep with someone that a friend has feelings for, never sleep with someone who is in a known relationship (when this isn't disclosed to me, it is not my fault), and finally, never sleep with someone more than three times. I had to add that last one after Devon Ryan. Man, it was a shame too, because he was fantastic in bed and we got along really well. When we were dangerously close to relationship territory after four nights together, I added rule number three. He wasn’t happy about it, but I wasn’t a girlfriend to anyone. This way, if I come across someone that knows what he is doing, I can stick around long enough to enjoy, but not long enough for them to become attached.
These rules have helped me avoid becoming one of the most hated girls on campus. I don’t sleep with anyone’s boyfriends and I try my hardest not to sleep with any of my friend’s ex-boyfriends as well, but sometimes that’s unavoidable. Nevertheless, I can’t please them all. I’m very open about who I am, I don’t pretend not to sleep with guys and I don’t deny when I have done just that.
I’ve accepted who I am. The girl who will never become serious about anyone, who will enjoy life, have fun with guys along the way and never get her heart broken. The one thing other girls count on me for is to never lock one guy down, because they know that sooner or later that I’ll move on to the next one.
That’s why I hope Sophia will understand when she finds out that I slept with Micah last night that I don’t plan on actually keeping him. I had no idea that she’s been hoping he will ask her out until Quinn texted me this morning with a code red.
Quinn: FYI Soph was gushing this morning about Micah at the gym.
Well, shit. This was news to me. Last I heard, she was interested in Mason Lee. This is why rule number one gets broken more often than not; girls can never make up their damn minds!
When the text alert for my phone had gone off this morning, I rolled over to grab it, only to be hit by the solid chest that belonged to Micah Woods. He was snoring in my face with whiskey still heavy on his breath. Last night was Sigma Alpha’s first get-to-know-the-fraternity night of Rush Week. I love when a new school year starts; it brings in a bunch of new guys. Micah is in Sig Alpha and lives in the house. I usually try not to stay the night at any of the Greek houses because I hate waking up in them. The next morning, the magic of the party has worn off and all you’re left with is beer cans, vomit and a guy asleep in the bathtub. For some reason, there is always a guy asleep in the bathtub; I can never understand how they got themselves there.
This morning was definitely a sign that I should never stay the night again. I have no idea where my clothes are and it seems like all of Micah’s clothes are disgustingly dirty in piles on his floor. I sent Quinn a text to see if she had any idea where my clothes may be and she told me to check down by the pool. So apparently, I had been in the pool last night. I guess that would explain why I was only wearing a bra and panties. It was actually Quinn’s bra and my panties. I’m guessing we thought it would be a brilliant idea to switch last night. Not so brilliant now, seeing as Quinn is two-cup sizes smaller and I’m having a hard time keeping it all in. I grabbed my phone and my purse; thankfully, I had enough insight to bring that upstairs with me last night, and quietly walked toward the door. Before I could reach the doorknob, I stepped on a beer bottle cap and yelped. Micah sat straight up in a huff from under the covers.
“What! Are you okay, Em?” he asked me in a voice that was scratchy and deep from sleep and too much whiskey.
His eyes were squinting at the brightness of the morning. He was attractive with a smooth, broad chest and bright golden brown eyes. He was fun last night, but sadly, it was night number three with him.
“Crap, sorry Micah! I didn’t mean to wake you. I just stepped on a bottle cap and cut my foot,” I said, bouncing on one foot while holding up the other. “Go back to sleep, I’m just heading out.”
He laughed a little bit under his breath and eyed me up and down. “You’re going to leave the frat house with no clothes on? You’re practically falling out of Q’s bra.” He got up, walked over to me, and knelt down to examine the bottom of my foot. “I think you’ll be okay, it’s not even bleeding.” He gave the bottom of my foot a quick kiss and then started rubbing his hands up my legs leisurely.
Before he could skim higher up my thigh, I stepped back. “Micah… I have to get to class,” I warned him as he scooted forward toward me.
“Please don’t follow that stupid ‘three times only’ rule you have. We’re good together, Em. You don’t even have to be my girlfriend. Just come back over tonight and I’ll remind you what we do so well,” he said, still kneeling on the ground and looking up at me with his fingers wrapped around my waist.
“Micah, I don’t break my rules. I made them for a reason,” I said in a barely audible whisper.
As good as it would be to come back to Micah, I did not intend to get serious with him and that’s where it would lead. It always does. It’s the gradual way of humans. We become comfortable with one another and then we’re married and someone’s cheating on the other one. I’m purely trying to prevent this from ever happening.
He gave my waist a small squeeze, nodded his head in defeat, and slowly stood up to look down at me. “Well, it was fun and you’re welcome back in my bed anytime, babe. Please take one of my shirts before you leave though. The walk of shame is one thing, but the walk of shame in that, Em?”
“Micah, your shirts are disgusting. I can’t even walk out of here with one of those on without getting nauseous with this hangover. I’ll be fine. Besides, Quinn thinks my clothes are out by the pool anyway. I’ll just run down there and put them on. You know none of those guys are anywhere close to waking up anytime soon. See ya!”
Micah shrugged, not even attempting to defend his gross pile of clothes and was already pulling the covers back over his head in bed, grunting out a good-bye. Must be nice not to have classes until later in the day.
I snuck down the creaky old stairs as quietly as I could but this house was really old, and had more groans than a ninety-year-old man. Besides, my one-legged hobble wasn’t helping with my stealthy escape either, since my foot was still throbbing. Thankfully, no one woke up to see me streaking through the house.
When I made it out back, I decided I was going to have to murder someone that day. I just didn’t know who it was going to be yet. My clothes were definitely out here but they were hanging from a tree branch, and there was no way in hell I was going to be able to get them down. Even if I found a ladder, I wouldn’t be tall enough. My flip-flops were floating in the middle of the pool. Fantastic. Thankfully, I remembered I had a change of clothes in my car, so I only needed to get to them, and I wouldn’t have to drive home practically na**d.
Please, please, please, don’t let anyone be outside. I mean this was Frat Row. No one should be up before seven a.m. especially after a party night. I crept back through the house, tiptoeing over the passed out bodies on the floor. The majority of them were wearing Sig Alpha shirts, although I noticed there were a few other fraternities present. God, this place was a wreck. I felt bad for the pledges, because they’re more than likely the ones cleaning up this filth. That is one reason I never rushed a sorority. I had no interest in being on the bottom of the food chain; I just enjoy their parties.
I stepped out onto the front porch and turned to pull the old, heavy, wooden door closed when I heard a familiar voice burst out laughing. Damn. I lowered my head and groaned; I took a deep breath and shut the door all the way, while I exhaled. I turned around to face my humiliation that is my best friend, Cole. But it wasn’t just Cole. It was Cole and Mason talking to another guy on a motorcycle that I’d never seen before.
Okay, so I was going to have to work with this. I would not be humiliated. Pretty much everyone on Frat Row has seen me in my bra and panties before; it was just different when you had liquid courage coursing through your system versus without. That nasty sweat-stained shirt of Micah’s was looking better and better right now. I straightened my shoulders and tried the best I could to hide my limp. My car was parked right in front of motorcycle boy, so I had no choice but to walk right up to them.
“Good morning to you too, Giggles. Is that any way to greet a lady?” I asked Cole, nudging him in the stomach with my elbow, while he was still trying to catch his breath from laughing at me so hard. I glared at Mason who was also laughing. Motorcycle boy was just smirking at me. I smiled sweetly at all three of them, praying my cheeks were not as red as Quinn’s bra.
“I’m sorry, love. It’s just that I’ve seen you do the walk of shame before, but never with so little clothing. If more girls walked out of frat houses like this in the morning, I guarantee you none of these guys would be late for class anymore,” Cole stated, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and giving me a quick kiss on my temple as he squeezed me into him.
Quinn and I picked up Cole at orientation our freshman year. Quinn thought his messy, dirty-blond hair, and football player’s body was hot. When she expressed that a little too boisterously behind him in the school auditorium, he turned around with a huge grin on his face.
“Well, well, well, hello to you too, ladies,” he said in his pleasing Texas accent.
I think Quinn and I both sighed out loud at that. Being from southern California, we don’t have any kind of accent and neither do any of the guys, usually. He’s been with us ever since. None of us ever hooked up and that’s probably for the best, because I doubt we would be as close to Cole if either of us had. I love Cole like a brother, and he’s pretty protective over Quinn and me. Although, clearly he has no qualms over me showing off my goods to complete strangers or drooling idiots like Mason.
Currently, Cole lives in the Sig house, but his best friends from Texas were moving out here to join him at school, so he’s moving out to get an apartment next to Quinn and me. We were all pretty excited when the apartment right next to us became available over the summer. He has slowly been moving all his stuff in the last couple of weeks. We’ve been trying to get him to move out of the frat house since he moved in; it’s annoying to come visit him outside of a party. These guys are fun to take to bed and have drinks with, but when you have to study or have any kind of civil conversation, it’s basically impossible at that house. Someone is always yelling, drinking, or breaking something.
“Well, I thought I would try something new today. Spice up your life a little; keep you on your toes. Besides, someone thought it was a genius idea to throw my clothes in a tree out back. All of Micah’s clothes smell like sweat, sand, and I don’t even want to think about what else. So here I am, trying to get to my car for more clothes with my dignity in tact. Obviously that’s boding well for me,” I indicated, gesturing at all three guys. Mason and Cole continued laughing while Motorcycle Boy continued with that frustrating smirk of his.
“Damn, Em, you’re killing me, please come over to visit tonight. I’ll go buy your favorite beer,” Mason said while ogling my way-too-small bra. Mason and I had hooked up in the beginning of sophomore year. It was the worst minute and a half ever. I certainly don’t have to worry about breaking rule number three with him. It’s not happening with us ever again. I usually just ignore his advances.
Cole shoved Mason back and smacked him on the back of the head with his palm. “Emmy, this is Jaxon Riley, one of the guys I’ve been telling you that was transferring out here from back home. I’m sure you’ll meet his brother, Jace, later. They’re both moving into the apartment with me.”
Great… so we’ll be neighbors. Wow, do I know how to make first impressions. I started getting uncomfortable under this gorgeous guy’s blue-eyed penetrating gaze. He was hands-down the most attractive person I’d ever seen in my life. I rarely get embarrassed, but all of a sudden, I wanted to be anywhere else besides meeting Jaxon Riley in Quinn’s bra and my panties. The dentist, the gynecologist, in advanced statistics taking a final I didn’t study for that was written in German, anywhere besides where I was right now.
I shifted to lift my aching foot off the ground. “Okay, well it was nice to meet you, but hopefully you can forget this was your first impression of me and we can meet again while I’m clothed. Seeing as we’ll be neighbors and all.”
Man, my foot was really bothering me standing on this concrete. I bent my knee and brought my foot up behind me to rub the bottom of it. Jaxon watched my foot come up and my hand rubbing circles on it. His penetrating gaze seemed to pierce through me, as he intently focused on my foot.
“I sure as hell will never forget this moment, meeting you like this. It’s nice to know I’ll have a hot neighbor.”
And cue the blush. Not only does he have that mesmerizing southern accent as Cole does, but he just called me hot. He’s also saying all this while still balancing himself on his motorcycle. That was my signal to get out of here.
First Impressions
One thing I know for sure and have come to terms with–I’m the school slut. I hate that word; but sometimes it is what it is, or in my situation, I am what I am. I like guys, all kinds of them and lots of them. College has been the perfect setting for being able to meet so many. Since I have no desire for a relationship whatsoever, I sleep around. Sleeping with one guy consistently is too permanent. It builds a façade that I want more than I actually do. I definitely don’t want one guy sticking around me on any kind of consistent basis. I would be a terrible girlfriend anyway.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not one of those girls that just go around sleeping with any guy, with no care to anyone’s feelings. I have three rules: never sleep with someone that a friend has feelings for, never sleep with someone who is in a known relationship (when this isn't disclosed to me, it is not my fault), and finally, never sleep with someone more than three times. I had to add that last one after Devon Ryan. Man, it was a shame too, because he was fantastic in bed and we got along really well. When we were dangerously close to relationship territory after four nights together, I added rule number three. He wasn’t happy about it, but I wasn’t a girlfriend to anyone. This way, if I come across someone that knows what he is doing, I can stick around long enough to enjoy, but not long enough for them to become attached.
These rules have helped me avoid becoming one of the most hated girls on campus. I don’t sleep with anyone’s boyfriends and I try my hardest not to sleep with any of my friend’s ex-boyfriends as well, but sometimes that’s unavoidable. Nevertheless, I can’t please them all. I’m very open about who I am, I don’t pretend not to sleep with guys and I don’t deny when I have done just that.
I’ve accepted who I am. The girl who will never become serious about anyone, who will enjoy life, have fun with guys along the way and never get her heart broken. The one thing other girls count on me for is to never lock one guy down, because they know that sooner or later that I’ll move on to the next one.
That’s why I hope Sophia will understand when she finds out that I slept with Micah last night that I don’t plan on actually keeping him. I had no idea that she’s been hoping he will ask her out until Quinn texted me this morning with a code red.
Quinn: FYI Soph was gushing this morning about Micah at the gym.
Well, shit. This was news to me. Last I heard, she was interested in Mason Lee. This is why rule number one gets broken more often than not; girls can never make up their damn minds!
When the text alert for my phone had gone off this morning, I rolled over to grab it, only to be hit by the solid chest that belonged to Micah Woods. He was snoring in my face with whiskey still heavy on his breath. Last night was Sigma Alpha’s first get-to-know-the-fraternity night of Rush Week. I love when a new school year starts; it brings in a bunch of new guys. Micah is in Sig Alpha and lives in the house. I usually try not to stay the night at any of the Greek houses because I hate waking up in them. The next morning, the magic of the party has worn off and all you’re left with is beer cans, vomit and a guy asleep in the bathtub. For some reason, there is always a guy asleep in the bathtub; I can never understand how they got themselves there.
This morning was definitely a sign that I should never stay the night again. I have no idea where my clothes are and it seems like all of Micah’s clothes are disgustingly dirty in piles on his floor. I sent Quinn a text to see if she had any idea where my clothes may be and she told me to check down by the pool. So apparently, I had been in the pool last night. I guess that would explain why I was only wearing a bra and panties. It was actually Quinn’s bra and my panties. I’m guessing we thought it would be a brilliant idea to switch last night. Not so brilliant now, seeing as Quinn is two-cup sizes smaller and I’m having a hard time keeping it all in. I grabbed my phone and my purse; thankfully, I had enough insight to bring that upstairs with me last night, and quietly walked toward the door. Before I could reach the doorknob, I stepped on a beer bottle cap and yelped. Micah sat straight up in a huff from under the covers.
“What! Are you okay, Em?” he asked me in a voice that was scratchy and deep from sleep and too much whiskey.
His eyes were squinting at the brightness of the morning. He was attractive with a smooth, broad chest and bright golden brown eyes. He was fun last night, but sadly, it was night number three with him.
“Crap, sorry Micah! I didn’t mean to wake you. I just stepped on a bottle cap and cut my foot,” I said, bouncing on one foot while holding up the other. “Go back to sleep, I’m just heading out.”
He laughed a little bit under his breath and eyed me up and down. “You’re going to leave the frat house with no clothes on? You’re practically falling out of Q’s bra.” He got up, walked over to me, and knelt down to examine the bottom of my foot. “I think you’ll be okay, it’s not even bleeding.” He gave the bottom of my foot a quick kiss and then started rubbing his hands up my legs leisurely.
Before he could skim higher up my thigh, I stepped back. “Micah… I have to get to class,” I warned him as he scooted forward toward me.
“Please don’t follow that stupid ‘three times only’ rule you have. We’re good together, Em. You don’t even have to be my girlfriend. Just come back over tonight and I’ll remind you what we do so well,” he said, still kneeling on the ground and looking up at me with his fingers wrapped around my waist.
“Micah, I don’t break my rules. I made them for a reason,” I said in a barely audible whisper.
As good as it would be to come back to Micah, I did not intend to get serious with him and that’s where it would lead. It always does. It’s the gradual way of humans. We become comfortable with one another and then we’re married and someone’s cheating on the other one. I’m purely trying to prevent this from ever happening.
He gave my waist a small squeeze, nodded his head in defeat, and slowly stood up to look down at me. “Well, it was fun and you’re welcome back in my bed anytime, babe. Please take one of my shirts before you leave though. The walk of shame is one thing, but the walk of shame in that, Em?”
“Micah, your shirts are disgusting. I can’t even walk out of here with one of those on without getting nauseous with this hangover. I’ll be fine. Besides, Quinn thinks my clothes are out by the pool anyway. I’ll just run down there and put them on. You know none of those guys are anywhere close to waking up anytime soon. See ya!”
Micah shrugged, not even attempting to defend his gross pile of clothes and was already pulling the covers back over his head in bed, grunting out a good-bye. Must be nice not to have classes until later in the day.
I snuck down the creaky old stairs as quietly as I could but this house was really old, and had more groans than a ninety-year-old man. Besides, my one-legged hobble wasn’t helping with my stealthy escape either, since my foot was still throbbing. Thankfully, no one woke up to see me streaking through the house.
When I made it out back, I decided I was going to have to murder someone that day. I just didn’t know who it was going to be yet. My clothes were definitely out here but they were hanging from a tree branch, and there was no way in hell I was going to be able to get them down. Even if I found a ladder, I wouldn’t be tall enough. My flip-flops were floating in the middle of the pool. Fantastic. Thankfully, I remembered I had a change of clothes in my car, so I only needed to get to them, and I wouldn’t have to drive home practically na**d.
Please, please, please, don’t let anyone be outside. I mean this was Frat Row. No one should be up before seven a.m. especially after a party night. I crept back through the house, tiptoeing over the passed out bodies on the floor. The majority of them were wearing Sig Alpha shirts, although I noticed there were a few other fraternities present. God, this place was a wreck. I felt bad for the pledges, because they’re more than likely the ones cleaning up this filth. That is one reason I never rushed a sorority. I had no interest in being on the bottom of the food chain; I just enjoy their parties.
I stepped out onto the front porch and turned to pull the old, heavy, wooden door closed when I heard a familiar voice burst out laughing. Damn. I lowered my head and groaned; I took a deep breath and shut the door all the way, while I exhaled. I turned around to face my humiliation that is my best friend, Cole. But it wasn’t just Cole. It was Cole and Mason talking to another guy on a motorcycle that I’d never seen before.
Okay, so I was going to have to work with this. I would not be humiliated. Pretty much everyone on Frat Row has seen me in my bra and panties before; it was just different when you had liquid courage coursing through your system versus without. That nasty sweat-stained shirt of Micah’s was looking better and better right now. I straightened my shoulders and tried the best I could to hide my limp. My car was parked right in front of motorcycle boy, so I had no choice but to walk right up to them.
“Good morning to you too, Giggles. Is that any way to greet a lady?” I asked Cole, nudging him in the stomach with my elbow, while he was still trying to catch his breath from laughing at me so hard. I glared at Mason who was also laughing. Motorcycle boy was just smirking at me. I smiled sweetly at all three of them, praying my cheeks were not as red as Quinn’s bra.
“I’m sorry, love. It’s just that I’ve seen you do the walk of shame before, but never with so little clothing. If more girls walked out of frat houses like this in the morning, I guarantee you none of these guys would be late for class anymore,” Cole stated, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and giving me a quick kiss on my temple as he squeezed me into him.
Quinn and I picked up Cole at orientation our freshman year. Quinn thought his messy, dirty-blond hair, and football player’s body was hot. When she expressed that a little too boisterously behind him in the school auditorium, he turned around with a huge grin on his face.
“Well, well, well, hello to you too, ladies,” he said in his pleasing Texas accent.
I think Quinn and I both sighed out loud at that. Being from southern California, we don’t have any kind of accent and neither do any of the guys, usually. He’s been with us ever since. None of us ever hooked up and that’s probably for the best, because I doubt we would be as close to Cole if either of us had. I love Cole like a brother, and he’s pretty protective over Quinn and me. Although, clearly he has no qualms over me showing off my goods to complete strangers or drooling idiots like Mason.
Currently, Cole lives in the Sig house, but his best friends from Texas were moving out here to join him at school, so he’s moving out to get an apartment next to Quinn and me. We were all pretty excited when the apartment right next to us became available over the summer. He has slowly been moving all his stuff in the last couple of weeks. We’ve been trying to get him to move out of the frat house since he moved in; it’s annoying to come visit him outside of a party. These guys are fun to take to bed and have drinks with, but when you have to study or have any kind of civil conversation, it’s basically impossible at that house. Someone is always yelling, drinking, or breaking something.
“Well, I thought I would try something new today. Spice up your life a little; keep you on your toes. Besides, someone thought it was a genius idea to throw my clothes in a tree out back. All of Micah’s clothes smell like sweat, sand, and I don’t even want to think about what else. So here I am, trying to get to my car for more clothes with my dignity in tact. Obviously that’s boding well for me,” I indicated, gesturing at all three guys. Mason and Cole continued laughing while Motorcycle Boy continued with that frustrating smirk of his.
“Damn, Em, you’re killing me, please come over to visit tonight. I’ll go buy your favorite beer,” Mason said while ogling my way-too-small bra. Mason and I had hooked up in the beginning of sophomore year. It was the worst minute and a half ever. I certainly don’t have to worry about breaking rule number three with him. It’s not happening with us ever again. I usually just ignore his advances.
Cole shoved Mason back and smacked him on the back of the head with his palm. “Emmy, this is Jaxon Riley, one of the guys I’ve been telling you that was transferring out here from back home. I’m sure you’ll meet his brother, Jace, later. They’re both moving into the apartment with me.”
Great… so we’ll be neighbors. Wow, do I know how to make first impressions. I started getting uncomfortable under this gorgeous guy’s blue-eyed penetrating gaze. He was hands-down the most attractive person I’d ever seen in my life. I rarely get embarrassed, but all of a sudden, I wanted to be anywhere else besides meeting Jaxon Riley in Quinn’s bra and my panties. The dentist, the gynecologist, in advanced statistics taking a final I didn’t study for that was written in German, anywhere besides where I was right now.
I shifted to lift my aching foot off the ground. “Okay, well it was nice to meet you, but hopefully you can forget this was your first impression of me and we can meet again while I’m clothed. Seeing as we’ll be neighbors and all.”
Man, my foot was really bothering me standing on this concrete. I bent my knee and brought my foot up behind me to rub the bottom of it. Jaxon watched my foot come up and my hand rubbing circles on it. His penetrating gaze seemed to pierce through me, as he intently focused on my foot.
“I sure as hell will never forget this moment, meeting you like this. It’s nice to know I’ll have a hot neighbor.”
And cue the blush. Not only does he have that mesmerizing southern accent as Cole does, but he just called me hot. He’s also saying all this while still balancing himself on his motorcycle. That was my signal to get out of here.
