she focused on me. “So, what’s up with you and Maddox?”
I crooked my finger at her, and Riley leaned closer, as if we were about to share a secret. It kind of was – a secret.
“He wants a fight? I’m going to give him a fight.”
Riley’s face lit up, and a huge smile spread across her lips. “We’re going to be bad?”
Well, if she put it that way… then yeah, we were about to be very bad.
“Oh, we’re going to play his games, but with my rules.”
She slapped the table loud enough to rattle our trays and smirked. “I’m in!”
My lips twitched, and I held back my own smile. Maddox was about to be bested at his own little, shitty game.
“Can you see him?” I asked, leaning closer to Riley. It was two hours after school, and we were hiding in the hallway, which also overlooked the huge football field. Where, very conveniently, the boys were practicing. They had a very important game in a week, and I heard the coach was being extra hard on all their asses.
“I can’t believe we’re hiding with binoculars, Lila. But yeah, I can see him. He’s playing just fine. Did you put a lot of the powder in his pants?”
“No, just a little, but enough to make him lose his mind.”
An unladylike snort came from Riley. “You’re so petty.”
I let out a mock gasp, but the urge to defend myself was strong. “He started it.”
“Aha! Okay, he just stopped in the middle of the game.”
“Yeah?”
Riley looked into her binoculars, her shoulders shaking with mirth. “Oh, he looks confused. The coach is walking over to him. Lila!” she whispered-yelled, before bursting into laughter. “He’s scratching at his inner thighs now. Oh my God, he looks like a monkey. The boys are hollering. Oh, oh, shit. He’s walking back this way. Ohhh, he looks pissed!”
Good.
“How pissed?” I demanded, feeling mighty proud of myself. Maddox was made of rock. He was untouchable, and if little ole me, Lila Garcia, could get him this pissed off – then I won.
“He’s reaaally mad. He’s still scratching himself. You should see the look on his face!”
Riley handed me the binoculars, and I looked through them. True to her words, Maddox was marching across the field like a mad bull. His face was filled with rage, his nostrils flaring like a wild beast. He was seething, and I could bet, he figured out what happened. Maybe not who was behind the prank, but at least what was done to him. It should have scared me, the brutal look on his face, but I couldn’t help but chortle with laughter at the way he couldn’t stop scratching at his muscled thighs and crotch.
As if he could sense me, his stormy eyes connected with mine through the binoculars, although I was sure there was no way he could see me. Riley and I were hidden perfectly.
But just in case, I lowered myself to the ground. “Hey, are you sure… it’s safe? I mean, I wanted to prank him, but what we did isn’t too extreme, right?”
Riley waved away my concerns. “Nah. He’ll be fine. The itching powder doesn’t leave any lasting side effects. It’s harmless. I kinda feel bad for Maddox Junior though.”
My jaw clenched as I remembered the cafeteria scene where he had cornered me. “He deserves it after the comment he made in the cafeteria. He propositioned me for sex, like I’m some kind of paid who–”
Riley slapped a hand over my mouth before I could finish my sentence. “Shh, he’s coming in.”
We both ducked around the corner, the same time Maddox stormed into the building and right into the locker room.
“I feel like a spy,” Riley announced in my ear, giggling softly.
Basically, we were spying on him.
Riley and I snuck closer to the locker room. The door was partially opened, and we peeked inside. It was empty, since everyone else was on the field – except Maddox. From where we stood, we could hear the shower running.
“He must be itching really bad right now.”
I shushed Riley when she couldn’t hold in her laughter any longer.
“Can you see him?”
I stood on my tip-toes, trying to get a look inside. “Nope.”
A few minutes later, the shower turned off and then I did see him.
“Oh,” Riley whispered behind me.
Yeah, oh.
Maddox was bare chested, with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. His body was still wet and glistening as if he didn’t care to dry himself the moment he stepped out of