The unspoken Rule

Chapter 1: Faucets and Laura
             
2

Chapter 2: Skates and Winks
             
4

Chapter 3: Pre Calculus and Muscles
             
7

Chapter 4: Cynthia and Ignoring
             
10

Chapter 5: Root Beer and Talks
             
12

Chapter 6: Basketball and Wesley
             
16

Chapter 7: Lies, Truths, and Tears
             
22

Chapter 9: Tickle-Me-Elmo
             
30

Chapter 10: Scenes and Sparks
             
33

Chapter 11: Stars and Fury
             
38

Chapter 12: Truths
             
43

Chapter 13: Kisses and Tears
             
46

Chapter 14: Moving On
             
49

Chapter 15: The Plan
             
53

Chapter 16: The Plan 2
             
57

Chapter 17: Salad, Breadsticks, and Root Beer
             
60

Chapter 18: Perfectly Happy
             
64

Chapter 19: Epilogue
             
67

THE END
             
70

Preview to
The Unspoken Rule

I never really understood faucets. They were just simple appliances that you could buy to wash dishes with. So what I
didn't
understand was why my parents were taking so much consideration into which faucet they purchased.

"What about this one, it comes with a soap pump?"

"I don't think it'll fit."

"Okay, how about this one?"

"It needs to be made of brass."

After a few more minutes of looking at the faucets, my parents finally picked one out. I honestly couldn't tell the difference between all the selections. We paid for it and returned home that Friday evening. Upon my returning home, I slipped into my pajamas and turned on my XBOX. It was time to play. I played for a few hours, then went to bed, feeling tired.

The following Monday, I got ready for school like normal. After I showered, I brushed my hair before my mirror. My reflection revealed a young teen girl, with straight brown hair, and matching eyes. I had glasses and braces, giving me that stereotypical 'nerd' look. I finished combing out the tangles, grabbed a package of Poptarts and headed out the door. My dad drove me to the bus stop, where I waited. Laura soon walked up to me, where we chatted. The big yellow vehicle pulled up to us, and we piled on. I searched the seats for a spot for me. Eventually, I found one, next to some random guy I didn't know. I sat beside him, and we were at the highschool within minutes.

I pulled my coat around me tighter as I walked through the front doors of the building. Warmth greeted me when I entered, and I headed towards my locker. I pulled out my necessary books and slammed the door shut. I went to my first period room and took my seat. I was about ten minutes early, I was never late. My friend Laura soon entered the classroom, carrying her textbooks. She came over to my desk. I pulled out the Poptarts and she took one. It was something we did to make us look forward to school mornings.

"Hey," She greeted me, her mouth full of food.

"Hi."

She brushed some of her brown hair behind her ears. "You ready for exams later this week?"

"Oh yeah," I told her sarcastically. "Bring them on."

She laughed. "Hey, you wanna spend the night this Friday night?"

I looked at my mental calendar. Friday was free of any plans.

"Sure, sounds good."

"Sweet."

The bell rang and Laura took her assigned seat.

Spending the night at Laura's usually consisted of inside jokes and many laughs. We were always cracking up when we hung out. Little did I know that this overnight would be the cause of many complications to come.

"A pair of 9's please."

"That'll be one dollar."

I handed the man a bill and he handed me my skates.

We were at the local roller skating rink. Lights were flashing out of control, and kids were skating around everywhere. I found an empty bench and laced up my skates. Laura rolled up to me, having complete control. I hadn't skated in years, so I was bound to look like an elephant on wheels.

I carefully stood up, trying to balance on the wheels. I wobbled some and I tried to control myself. Laura laughed and grabbed my arm, steadying me. She turned her green eyes at me. "You'll be fine." She assured me.

I managed to put a smile on my face and together we rolled out into the main rink. The music was pumping out of the speakers, and teens were everywhere doing laps.

"Look at Jake over there." Her face contorted into a look of disgust.

I followed her gaze and saw what she did. Her older brother Jake was hanging out with his girlfriend, having a little
too
much fun. They were holding hands, both of them smiling. Jake had his lips on the girl's, both of them close to each other. Laura pretended to gag. I rolled my eyes and took a slow lap around the rink. Jake rolled up beside us, a mischievous look on his face.

He rolled dangerously close to Laura, any closer and she would wipe out.

"Jake, go roll all over your girlfriend or something." Laura told him.

He shook his head. "I'm having too much fun pestering you."

Laura snarled at her sibling. He ignored it and looked at me. "Hey Maria."

"Hi Jake."

Laura looked at Jake in disbelief. "How come you respect her more than me?"

"Because, she's actually
nice.
" He smirked at Laura, who was now crossing glaring at him, and winked at me.

Wait, did he just seriously
wink
at me? He never did that to me when I was with Laura.

He sped away from us, his blonde hair getting tossed in the air.

"I hate him." She stated, obviously still angry.

I shrugged. He didn't seem that bad.

We skated for a while longer, and Laura's brother drove us to her house. I followed Laura into her room.

"What do you wanna do?" She asked me.

"Play some Wii?"

"Sure."

We went through her living room, then down the short flight of stairs to her basement. With a giant TV and killer stereo system, Laura's basement was in all sense of the word-amazing. Jake was down there, playing Black Ops.

"Jake, we wanna play Wii."

He didn't budge.

I sat beside him on the couch. "Intervention? I hate sniper rifles."

He rolled his eyes. "Maybe you hate sniper rifles because you're bad at shooting."

"I'm not bad at shooting! My RPD can take you down!" I exclaimed.

He turned away from the game and cocked an eyebrow, challenging me.

"Guys," Laura interjected.

"Bring it." Jake told me.

"Guys?" She asked.

I ignored her. It was time he learned a lesson. I grabbed a nearby controller and turned it on.

"Will do." I told him confidently. He set his blue eyes on the screen again.

Laura sighed and sat in a chair by the TV. He set up the game, and we were playing within a few moments. I chewed on my lip. Jake was good, but I was better. I pulled the left trigger, zooming in on him. He was perfectly between my crosshairs, unaware. I squeezed the right trigger, a shower of RPD bullets heading his way. He was killed on screen, earning a grunt from him beside me.

I smirked at him. "When you're ready to really start playing, you tell me."

He narrowed his eyes at me.

I blew off his gesture and killed him a few more times throughout the game. The match ended after a few minutes, posting the results on the TV. I had 25 kills, he had 15.

"Powned!" I told him, satisfied.

"You got lucky. Our scores were close."

I shook my head no. "Close only counts in horseshoes and throwing grenades."

He had no retort for that one.

"Come on Jake, please let us play." Laura practically pleaded.

"Fine," He grumbled. Laura went to the TV to turn on the Wii. He stood up, and whispered so only I could hear. "Until next time."

He ascended the stairs, leaving me confused.

He meant for us to play video games next time, right?