My Sister's Best Friend (Best Friends 3) (9 page)

Authors Comments

Thank you for reading this book. I have included a small excerpt from my book “Unbroken Rules”.

Unbroken Rules

… The hiss of airbrakes from the street made me glance over my shoulder. A big yellow school bus was stopped in traffic. Rich brats from the suburbs. Come down here to the art museum to soak up a little culture.

I watched a boy flick the ear of the kid in front of him who turned around and punched him in the shoulder while grinning. Two girls, obviously in high school had their heads together giggling about something.

My stomach clenched tighter than a preachers wallet and my hands instinctively shaped themselves into fists. I despised these kids with a pure burning hate, with all their fresh clean cloths, their full stomachs and easy laughter. Anger coursed through me as my muscles bunched up in tense knots.  Most of all I hated that they’d be going back to nice warm homes with happy moms and loving dads. Like I said, brats. Each and every one of them.

My eyes roamed over the windows drifting across their fresh scrubbed faces until I came to a goddess dressed in green. My heart stopped beating and dropped into my guts as I sucked in a breath of air before forgetting how to breathe.

She was gorgeous, long strait blond hair and blue eyes that reminded me of the harbor on a winter’s morning. You know that blue that’s deeper than a color has a right to be. High cheekbones and lips begging to be kissed.

Our eyes locked for a moment in recognition. We were the only two people in each other’s world. Her eyebrows raised and her lips turned up in a small smile that made me want to storm the bus and rescue her from the evil dragon.

Okay, it was only a smile from a girl on a bus, but it could change a guy’s life. Suddenly living down here didn’t seem like enough. Suddenly there was something pure and good in the world worth working for.

The air brakes released in a hiss of air and her smile dropped as she realized they were moving on. A quick look of fear crossed her eyes and then she shrugged, smiled again, and raised a hand, pressing it against the window.

We watched each other as the bus moved on down the street. Tearing us apart. Her to some happy future full of trusted friends, the college quarterback and a large house on a hill, me back to the streets and another day of scrambling for enough to survive. It felt like someone had gutted me with a fish knife. A thousand thoughts of what could have been, what should have been, passed through me like rain water down a drain. Five or six years from now she’ll be marrying her college sweetheart while I’m ether in prison, dead, or still on these streets. …

Unbroken Rules

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