"Yeah, I would like to know that too!" Lionel is beaming at me. "How did you guys meet each and shit? Tell me all the romantic stuff. I will take notes!" I roll my eyes. I swear these loons are making things even harder. I'm close to beating up their asses. I didn't invite Michelle for breakfast
MichelleI'm so confused. What does Maddox want from me? First, he makes me agree to pretend to be his girlfriend, and then he tells his friends that I'm not his type. What is that guy doing? Did he change his mind?Or...Was the sex with me so terrible that he doesn't even want to continue being i
Maddox No matter how hard I try, I can't shake the feeling of uneasiness. It gnaws at me, eating me alive. One part of me knows I messed things up with Michelle, but the other part keeps denying it. What the fuck is wrong with me? Sometimes I wonder if I am not as smart as I think I am. I kept th
Michelle I skipped school this week. The fear of Thomas trying to find me kept me locked in my room, but tonight I'm at a place where that guy isn't invited: the party at the frathouse. I'm standing in a long line with countless pretty women. They are all wearing dresses, high heels, and earrings
"Okay," Maddox attempts a smile. It comes out reluctant as if he doesn't fully trust I'm okay with waiting for him. "I will head upstairs. Don't go anywhere. Give me twenty minutes, okay?" "Okay." Maddox gives me a nod, and then he spins on his heels. The floor thuds underneath his feet as he walk
Maddox It seems I know very little about Michelle Henriksson. I pegged her for a withdrawn girl without much experience, and forgive me for saying this, but I didn't think she was very popular with guys. She wears cardigans like it's her religion and can barely talk without stammering. Michelle i
Michelle's lips quiver. "W-what are you going to do?" "I won't kill him," I turn around to face Thomas. He is still on the ground as I blankly stare at him. "But Thomas is going to wish he was after I'm done with him." Michelle gasps but doesn't say anything to stop me as I hunker down. I grab Tho
Michelle Despite the hurting in my heart and the images of Thomas Hennington haunting my brain, I can't help but let my gaze slide over to Maddox. He is calmly driving his black BMW, eyes on the road. He beat up Thomas so easily. I know violence isn't the answer to most of the earth's questions,