Riot Rules (Crooked Sinners)

by Callie Hart

Rule no. 1: If someone asks who you are, lie. Even the smallest kernel of truth will unspool our hard work. A fraction of truth leads to another. Be careful what you say. Rule no. 2: Friends are for the weak, kid. You don’t want them. Don’t need them. A friend is a vulnerability and a distraction. You can’t afford either. Rule no. 3: No boys. I repeat, absolutely NO boys. No dating. No falling in love. No nonsense of any kind. I mean it. NO BOYS! Rule no. 4: If you’re discovered, don’t hesitate. Not even for a second. RUN.

“It means you win, Carrie. I give in. You’ve got me. No takebacks. Whatever fucking madness happens next…you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I am so in love with you, Carina Mendoza. I feel like I might die.”