Tempting Rule | Book I

Four | "You Keep Rolling Your Eyes. Perhaps You'd Find A Brain Back There.''

The Chapter :

"Even shooting stars must fall to learn how to soar.'' -Nikita Gill

R A E

The stare of Dianna Dyer was deadly, her fixed glare causing my fingers to tremble in fear.

It reminded of my freshman year, where I was again her target as the new student, she treated me like shit and now she tends to remind me of my place.

I had crossed my limits answering her with such sarcasm, it slipped my mind what she was capable of, after all, she is the dearly sister of the infamous Rule Dyer.

All eyes were on us, some shocked by my mockful comeback, and some startled with her ruthless reaction.

"I-... I didn't mean to act out as a rebellion." I managed to sutter out.

Her grip on my collar tightening, she joined a smirk along with her glare ignoring the furious calls of Mr. Cooper.

"Right. Then keep your mouth shut, because if you don't I won't keep mine either. Now careful, brat." She spat out with a devious smirk, releasing my collar roughly.

I sighed in relief once she sat back down in her seat.

"Ms. Dyer, detention after school for your unacceptable behavior towards your classmate.'' Mr. Cooper pointed out a finger at her, his usual glare deeper than ever.

Dianna rolled her eyes, looking at her neatly long polished nails with a mocking face.

"Excuse you, mister whatever your name is, I could get your sorry of an excuse teacher ass fired. So keep it down and cancel my detention schedule.'' She said unruffled, keeping her posture kind as she pulled on an adorable sweet smile.

Mr. Cooper however, had his teeth gritted tightly, his fists clenched at his sides.

He sighed and counted to 10, a sign of relaxation as he cleared his throat then turned his back to the class and went back to scribbling on the board without a word.

After some endless minutes of writing down shit, the bell finally rang.

I headed out almost immediately, Chloe catching up as we strolled into the halls. We usually ditch PE, and right now its what we both had.

I sighed running a hand through my straight hair, Chloe tilted her head at me then her eyes lit and a grin tugged up on her lips.

She suddenly went for my forearm, tugging me along with her through the vacant halls so that we passed the backdoor of the High.

I leaned up against the graffiti writings of the wall and raised an eyebrow at her.

She digged in her pocket, taking out a cigarette and a lighter. She placed the tip of the cigarette between her teeth and studied me with a funny face.

''What?'' I asked.

"Club. Tonight. 10 PM. I'll pick you up.'' She pointed out with a suggestive smirk.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head in disagreement.

''Yeah, you keep rolling your eyes. Perhaps you'd find a brain back there.'' She said sarcastically with a pointed look.

I shot her a glare, and then sighed deeply.

''I don't belong in night clubs, Chloe.'' I reasoned with narrowed eyes.

''Who said? It's only the outfit, then all you have to do is get your ass drunk and grind. It's that simple. I'll fix you.'' She shrugged.

''Fix me? What's that supposed to mean? I love my style. It's simple and light. And it's not even nerdy.'' I pointed out with a grin as I watched her blow the smoke in the air.