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 I pegged her for a withdrawn girl without much experience, and forgive me for saying this, but I didn't think she was very popular with guys.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,
He was so warm. Cuddly. My face burns. "No! I mean... No, it's fine, really. Just let me take a bath, and then I can walk home alone!" "Alone? No chance. This summer house is far away from the city and walking isn't an option. You can crash with me. I really don't mind if you stay over." "C-cr
Maddox My head is in the gutter. I prepared a bubble bath for Michelle. Went all out on the soap and rosepetals and shit. I felt silly for doing it, but it was worth it once I saw her smile. Michelle looked close to hugging me but instead just thanked me for setting up the room. She then went ins
"Is that so?" Michelle eyes me up, but not in a calculating way. It's more like she is admiring my chest. Damn it. It takes all of me not to flex in front of Michelle and gain more of her attention. It would be stupid, but there is already an erection hiding behind the towel. Seriously. I just