Read Online For Real (Rules of Love, Book One) by Chelsea M. Cameron - Free Book Online Page B

back and tell Hazel and the rest of the girls that I lied to them about this. No way. The humiliation would kill me.
    No going back now.
    “No. I’m okay.”
    “We’re on?”
    “Yeah, we’re still on.”
    “You sure?”
    “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
    “Okay, then. Goodnight, Shannon.”
    “Goodnight, Jett.”
    We hang up and I toss my phone on the bed. There’s a knock at the door.
    “Yeah?” I say.
    “Can I come in?” Really? Hazel is asking if she can come into my room? I’m immediately on edge.
    “Sure?” It sounds like a question. She opens the door as if she’s afraid something on the other side of it is going to leap out and strangle her.
    “Something wrong?” God, I hope she didn’t hear any of that phone conversation. Especially the first part.
    “I just wanted to see how you are. I mean, you just had sex for the first time. I feel like we should sit down and talk or something. See if you had any questions. Be your best friend. That kind of thing.” Aw, that’s sweet. If I’d needed it.
    “I’m good, I swear. We were safe and all that jazz. And now we’re dating. So it’s good. I’m good.” How many times in the past two days have I used the word “good”? I’ve probably reached my quota.
    “What about the pill? Condoms aren’t 100 percent effective.” Really? She’s playing this card with me? How many times have I bugged her about having random sex with guys? Now I’m pissed.
    I just give her a look and she has the decency to look embarrassed.
    “I’ve got it covered,” I say.
    “Good. I just want you to be safe. I know I haven’t set the best example in the past.” *cough* Understatement *cough*.
    I suppose I have to give her credit for trying to make sure I’m not going to get Fake Pregnant from the Fake Sex I’m going to have.
    “Thanks, Haze.” I put my arms out for a hug.
    “Okay, show me what you’re wearing when we go out.” I haven’t even thought about it yet. Whatever is clean? I get up and find some jeans and a cute t-shirt that makes my boobs look okay, and covers what it needs to cover.
    “Oh, hell no.” How did I know Hazel wasn’t going to approve? She tears through my drawers, going straight to the clothes that I tend to avoid. Pulling out a low-cut tank top with lace across the front and straps that will barely hold my boobs up, she grins at me. I’ll definitely be busting out all over.
    I wonder if Jett is a boob or a butt man. I’ve got both.
    I take the tank top from Hazel. I can always put a sweater on over it, I suppose. She approves of my jeans, but grabs some boots from her own closet. Having the same size shoe as your roommate is really the best situation to ever find yourself in. Plus, her shoes are fancier than mine.
    “These will make your legs look longer,” she says, handing me a pair of her classic black BBs. I can rock those. I hope.
    “So you’re happy?” she says as I put the boots on to check to see if I can walk in them.
    “Yeah, I am.” I may be lying to her about the fact that I’m dating Jett, but I can’t lie about that. He does make me happy, and I love being around him.
    “Good.”
     

     
    I dress in the tank top, jeans and boots the next night and leave my hair down and wild. I always feel sexier with my hair down. Hazel’s already at work and the other girls will be over soon. And Jett. Jett is coming to pick me up.
    I’m just fluffing my boobs to make sure they’re secure and not going to jump out of my bra, or do anything else unexpected when there’s a knock at the door. I take one last look at my boobs and go to answer it.
    Jett’s standing on the other side, illuminated by the light on the porch. Damn.
    His hair is sculpted up into a mohawk and he’s got a distressed shirt with a tie printed on it under a leather jacket, torn-up jeans and Chucks. It’s an effortless cool that makes me question my own outfit and lack of coolness factor. I finally look up at his eyes and see that