All Chapters of Rule Number 1: Kissing Your Stepbrother Again Will Ruin You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

ElowenThe stupid thing was that I could still hear the annoying sound of his laughter five minutes later. In my head.I pushed through a crowd of dancing people and headed straight for the kitchen.My face was still burning. No. Burning wasn’t the right word. I was mortified. I grabbed the first cup I saw on the counter and took a large sip. Immediately, I regretted it.“What the hell?”The drink burned my throat.Isa appeared beside me, nearly spilling her own drink while laughing.“Easy there, tiger.”I coughed. “What is this?”“Looking at you baby, you really need it. You look like you’re about to pass out.” She narrowed her eyes. “Why is that?”My stomach twisted. “No reason.”“Liar.”I rolled my eyes.Isa had the annoying ability to know exactly when I was hiding something. Before she could question me further, movement across the room caught my attention.There he was. Standing near the staircase.My mysterious stranger. The guy with mysterious blue eyes. The guy I should not

Elowen"I don't do virgins, blondie." It had been nine solid months since that night, and yet the embarrassment still lingered heavily in my chest whenever I remembered the events that occurred. “I want to hold another party, in celebration of you getting into Whitmore College!” Isa shrieked through the phone, her voice bright and obnoxiously chipper. “Isa, no. Absolutely no,” I groaned, balancing my phone between my shoulder and ear as I put on the kitchen gloves, getting ready to bring out my cookies from the oven. I hoped they wouldn’t be bland or too sugary this time. “Come on, Elowen,” she whined, dragging my name out like a kid begging for candy. “You’re officially a college student now. You’re not supposed to be this reserved. At least be wild and crazy. We only live once, you know.” “First of all,” I said, rolling my eyes as I opened the fridge, only to find it depressingly empty, “I got into Whitmore because I literally had no other choice. It’s not my dream college.

Elowen It had to be a dream. Please tell me it’s a dream. In fact, a nightmare. Whoever said “be careful what you wish for” deserved a Nobel Prize. There was a time in my life when I wanted a sibling. You know, someone to talk to. Someone to annoy. Someone to protect me from our emotionally constipated parents. Apparently, the universe heard that prayer and said: Sure, Elowen. But let’s make him the most arrogant, insufferable, emotionally unavailable jerk you’ve ever met. And because the universe clearly enjoys chaos… Here he is, standing before me. I surely don’t recall asking for a six-foot-something menace with sinful blue eyes, an ego the size of a planet, and a talent for humiliating me in under five minutes. Nor did I ask for someone who has seen me half naked and shattered my pride in a single night. Honestly, if this was karma, I’d like to know what crime I committed. A sigh escaped my lips. I closed my eyes briefly, trying not to show my emotions. Wh