Unbreakable Rules (Too Many Rules Book 3) by G.L. Snodgrass Page A
Authors: G.L. Snodgrass
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made for each other. The smile on my sister's face could have lit up half of Seattle. The love these two felt for each other was just so obvious.
Hailey smiled as she stood there and watched Amanda and Brantley reconnect.
For some reason, I had the feeling she was purposely refusing to look my way. She even shot Mark a smile, but wouldn't turn my way.
Her face seemed to be holding onto that blush for a long time. Wow, who would ever believe that Hailey Martin could feel uncomfortable in any situation?
There are moments in a person's life where we get these epiphanies. These insights into the reality of the world. Like seeing how duel-processors works with video cards, each taking turns to pass traffic down a bus connection. Once you understood the truth about something, you could never see it any other way.
Hailey was a person. A real live, breathing person. Full of doubts, dreams, and opinions. Not some iconic being put on this world to be worshiped.
What did this mean? If Hailey was normal, just like the rest of us, did that mean she was approachable? Could she ever be interested in someone like me? And, if not, what did that mean?
If Hailey Martin was normal and still rejected you, did that mean the problem was with you, not with her exalted position? The realization was staggering. My stomach hurt and my forehead began to sweat.
Mark shook his head as he looked back and forth between Hailey and myself. He muttered something under his breath. I'm pretty sure the word idiot was used. Thankfully, Hailey didn't catch it.
An awkward silence began to fall over the room when Amanda said, "To answer your question Hailey, nothing. We're not doing anything at all." She nodded towards Mark, "This one keeps complaining, and Ryan is about ready to climb out of his skin with boredom."
"I know. Let's play Monopoly," Mark said.
Hailey's brow shot up in shock as she looked at Amanda. Obviously worried my sister had been offended that Mark had suggested we play a game requiring sight.
Glancing at Mark, she shot him a deathly glance of disdain that looked like it could put a man six feet into the ground. Please remind me to never get on the wrong side of this girl.
Mark, being Mark totally missed it.
"Oooh, that sounds great. Good idea, Mark," Amanda said, jumping off the couch. "I'll get the game and meet you in the dining room."
Hailey's brow furrowed in confusion as she looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
I smiled back at her. "I hope you like competition, these two are killer when it comes to Monopoly."
.o0o.
Hailey
Okay, I was confused. How could Amanda play monopoly?
It seemed like my mind had refused to work ever since Brantley pulled me into Ryan. The boy was definitely a lot more solid than I thought he would be. Barely moving when I slammed into him like a stumbling ballerina. Not one of my more graceful moments. My cheeks grew warm every time I thought about it.
An old-fashioned oil lamp on a side table made the dark dining room come alive with shadows. Where had they found that, I wondered, and where could I get one?
Ryan pulled out a chair for me as if we were at a fancy restaurant and held it until I sat down. As I was getting situated, Amanda returned with the Monopoly game and quickly started to set up the board. Leaning over I reached for the cards to help when Ryan gently pulled my hand back and shook his head.
"We let Amanda set things up, that way she knows where everything is."
I watched as her hands flew across the game items, noticing that each of the colored money had different notches cut into the corners. The same for the game cards. That was how she was able to keep track.
"Only a couple of rules," Ryan continued. "One, Amanda is always the bank, Mark cheats."
"Hey, one time. I make a minor arithmetic error and you guys give me a hard time about it for eight years."
"The last time you made a math error was when you were two and miscounted your toy blocks," Amanda said with a smile as she
Hailey smiled as she stood there and watched Amanda and Brantley reconnect.
For some reason, I had the feeling she was purposely refusing to look my way. She even shot Mark a smile, but wouldn't turn my way.
Her face seemed to be holding onto that blush for a long time. Wow, who would ever believe that Hailey Martin could feel uncomfortable in any situation?
There are moments in a person's life where we get these epiphanies. These insights into the reality of the world. Like seeing how duel-processors works with video cards, each taking turns to pass traffic down a bus connection. Once you understood the truth about something, you could never see it any other way.
Hailey was a person. A real live, breathing person. Full of doubts, dreams, and opinions. Not some iconic being put on this world to be worshiped.
What did this mean? If Hailey was normal, just like the rest of us, did that mean she was approachable? Could she ever be interested in someone like me? And, if not, what did that mean?
If Hailey Martin was normal and still rejected you, did that mean the problem was with you, not with her exalted position? The realization was staggering. My stomach hurt and my forehead began to sweat.
Mark shook his head as he looked back and forth between Hailey and myself. He muttered something under his breath. I'm pretty sure the word idiot was used. Thankfully, Hailey didn't catch it.
An awkward silence began to fall over the room when Amanda said, "To answer your question Hailey, nothing. We're not doing anything at all." She nodded towards Mark, "This one keeps complaining, and Ryan is about ready to climb out of his skin with boredom."
"I know. Let's play Monopoly," Mark said.
Hailey's brow shot up in shock as she looked at Amanda. Obviously worried my sister had been offended that Mark had suggested we play a game requiring sight.
Glancing at Mark, she shot him a deathly glance of disdain that looked like it could put a man six feet into the ground. Please remind me to never get on the wrong side of this girl.
Mark, being Mark totally missed it.
"Oooh, that sounds great. Good idea, Mark," Amanda said, jumping off the couch. "I'll get the game and meet you in the dining room."
Hailey's brow furrowed in confusion as she looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
I smiled back at her. "I hope you like competition, these two are killer when it comes to Monopoly."
.o0o.
Hailey
Okay, I was confused. How could Amanda play monopoly?
It seemed like my mind had refused to work ever since Brantley pulled me into Ryan. The boy was definitely a lot more solid than I thought he would be. Barely moving when I slammed into him like a stumbling ballerina. Not one of my more graceful moments. My cheeks grew warm every time I thought about it.
An old-fashioned oil lamp on a side table made the dark dining room come alive with shadows. Where had they found that, I wondered, and where could I get one?
Ryan pulled out a chair for me as if we were at a fancy restaurant and held it until I sat down. As I was getting situated, Amanda returned with the Monopoly game and quickly started to set up the board. Leaning over I reached for the cards to help when Ryan gently pulled my hand back and shook his head.
"We let Amanda set things up, that way she knows where everything is."
I watched as her hands flew across the game items, noticing that each of the colored money had different notches cut into the corners. The same for the game cards. That was how she was able to keep track.
"Only a couple of rules," Ryan continued. "One, Amanda is always the bank, Mark cheats."
"Hey, one time. I make a minor arithmetic error and you guys give me a hard time about it for eight years."
"The last time you made a math error was when you were two and miscounted your toy blocks," Amanda said with a smile as she
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