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 I pegged her for a withdrawn girl without much experience, and forgive me for saying this, but I didn't think she was very popular with guys.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 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,

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

Michelle Maddox's legs are lazily thrown over the table in the library. He is paying the girls checking him out no attention. My eyes casually travel to the hyenas staring at him out from across the library, and I grimace when they get up from their chairs. They are probably about to head for ano

My eyes almost bulge out of my sockets. "What? Why! What would you even tell them?!" "I don't know. That they shouldn't touch your fucking food?!" "But that's weird coming from you! Like, I should be able to tell them that by myself!" "We both know you won't do it!" "How do you know that?!" I q