Don't Break The Rules

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I let out a satisfied sigh as I rolled onto my back, smiling as the soft mattress cradled my sweaty frame. "Not half bad today, Stokes." I gave him a quick pat on his equally sweaty (and nicely firm) chest before swinging my legs over the side of his bed.

Okay, yea, so maybe I was hooking up with Nathaniel on a regular basis, but in my defense, he's good and he keeps his trap shut. But for those wondering, I guess I should probably explain how this came about. So, after Nate moved to London it was tough to keep contact. I mean, we were ten, and you don't focus all that much on writing letters at that age. As we got older and got a couple of cell phones, we did touch base every few weeks. The next thing I knew it was senior year of highschool and he moved back in with his dad. Then, being the idiotic kids we are we got really drunk at a family dinner (our dads were too immersed in talking about business to notice the bottle of vodka we snagged from the liquor cabinet). I woke up the next day, tangled in Nate's sheets, and well, Nate. I could bore you with more details, but they aren't super important. At least, I don't think they are, so back to where I was.

His arms snaked around my waist, lips pressing against my back, "Come of Walker, running away so soon?" He asked in a husky tone.

"Rule number four, Stokes." I said, standing and breaking his hold as I slipped my underwear back on.

"Right, no basking or cuddling afterwards. But see, I was suggesting round three."

"Like hell you were." I scoffed. Nathaniel Stokes, grade A asshole and, obsessive cuddler. We all have our habits.

He rolled onto his back, letting out a sigh as I hooked my bra. "Are you still going to that charity auction my dad's putting on?" He asked.

"Sadly." I slipped my shirt on before hunting around his room for my skirt.

"It's on my desk I think." He gestured vaguely to the neat wooden desk that sat under his window. "You know, we could make the event more fun for ourselves." He was wiggling his eyebrows in my direction and I made no attempt to hide my eyeroll.

"Rule number three, idiot."

"Come on, Walker. These rules are so stupid." he groaned.

"Then we can just stop doing this." I stated with a shrug as I stepped into my skirt and gave my hair a quick smooth down.

He rolled out of his bed in all his glory and strode over to me, unabashedly taking a hold of me by my butt and pulling me flush against himself. "And then the whole school gets to hear about it, rule seven, Iris." He smirked at me and I held steady eye contact with him.

After a moment I shoved against his chest and snagged my jacket from where it had landed on the floor. "I'm still leaving. I have to get ready for the stupid charity event and so do you."

"You're really fucking annoyingly a goody two shoes, you know that right?"

"Put on some clothes, asshole." I said with a sweet smile thrown his way.

"See you tonight, Sweetheart." He drawled in that annoying way he liked to. It was sticky sweet and he knew I hated it. Which meant it entertained him to no end.

"You're incorrigible." I said rather primly before grabbing my bag and heading down stairs.

Mr. Stokes was just coming in the front door when I made it to the foyer and i put on my best 'I wasn't just screwing your son' smile.

"Ah, Iris, were you here to tutor Nate today?" He asked, giving me his usual paternal smile.

"Yep, but I've gotta go get ready for the charity auction so we cut it short today." I smiled back. Like I said, I had lived next door to the Stokes' manor my whole life so Mr. Clayton Stokes was like a second father to me. I knew he adored me. Hell I had heard him and my father talking about how nice it would be if Nate and I ended up together (gross). They acted more like old ladies than any grandma I had ever met. Including my own.

"I'm so glad you're coming with your father. Make sure he remembers to be over here by six-thirty. He has a terrible habit of being late." Clayton said, patting my shoulder affectionately.

"Will do."

Nate was at the top of the stairs, watching us with a smirk, "Don't you need four hours to layer on makeup so you aren't totally ugly, Walker?" He called from the top of the stairs, earning a glare from his father.

"Nathaniel that is no way to talk to a young lady. Especially one that is kind enough to tutor you for free considering how abysmal your grades have been." Clayton scolded Nate and I smirked behind Mr. Stokes at Nate.

Nate scowled and muttered something unintelligible before bolting back up the stairs. "Sorry about him, my dear." Clayton said, giving me a helpless shrug.

I just flashed him a sweet smile and said, "No worries, Nate just doesn't know how to deal with real human emotions yet." My smile was a bit of a smirk because I had no doubt that Nathaniel was not quite out of ear shot for that one.