my earlobe, and my body tensed. I tried to twist my arm out of his grip, but it was pointless. My other hand landed on his hard chest, and I shoved him back. “Fuck off.”
He let go of my hand and took a step back, his bruised lips quirking up on the side. “See you tomorrow, Garcia.”
I flipped him the finger and started walking away. Asshole.
8
Lila
I felt him before I saw him.
His enticing scent engulfed me as he pushed against my back, barely touching, but still way too close.
“What do you want, Coulter? Was today not enough for you?” I asked with a heavy sigh.
It was not a good day, not after the stupid prank Maddox pulled on me. My wet hair was currently soaking the back of my Berkshire’s blouse, the soft material sticking to my skin. I was irritated and absolutely exhausted. One more class left and then it was the weekend. Two blissful days without Maddox.
“Looks like you were able to wash your hair.” He chortled at his own lame joke. “Sorry about the feathers, but it was payback. Don’t be such a grumpy ass, Garcia. You can be a sweet ass, though. I’ll eat it.”
I swiveled around and leveled the douchebag with a glare. “You think gluing feathers in my hair is funny?”
I wanted to throttle him and his stupid, smirking face.
“Don’t exaggerate. I didn’t use glue. I used flour, water and feathers. Simple and harmless. Anyway, you looked cute with a nesting head.”
Mr. Asshole here glued, oh wait, my bad – pasted feathers into my cute beanie with flour and water. So, naturally, when I put on my beanie, all the sticky feathers transferred to my hair. No, I didn’t look at my beanie before putting it on. Who does that, anyway?
My fists clenched and unclenched as I sucked in a deep breath and held back a snarl. Maddox rubbed his jaw, and against my own accord, I took notice that his face was healing up nicely. His bruises were barely noticeable, and his left eye was no longer swollen, black and purple.
He was back to his sexy, irritating self. God give me patience.
Maddox closed my locker, leaning against it like he owned the thing. I gave him a blank look, waiting for this to be over. The hallways were empty, except for the two of us.
“The pink hair prank? That was actually a good one, I’ll give you that. The feathers were payback for the pink hair you gave me.”
Ah, the pink hair. A few days ago, after Maddox left a butt-plug in my locker, a gift, he had written in his note – I decided to retaliate. The need for revenge was strong, and it was easy. I had sneaked into the locker room while Riley kept guard outside. I found his personal locker and switched his shampoo with temporary pink hair dye.
“Itching powder though? Lame as fuck, Garcia.”
“It was a reminder.”
He arched an eyebrow, waiting for me to explain.
“That’s what happens when you lay around with whores. You end up with an itchy dick. Also, a reminder that I’m not someone you can mess around with. Remember that next time you proposition me for sex like a paid whore.”
“That was a nice thought, except… I don’t need to pay someone for sex. My name comes with a label, baby. Maddox-Coulter-Will-Fuck-You-So-Hard-You-Will-See-Jesus.”
“Where did you find that definition? Dickpedia?”
“If you open dickpedia to the word orgasmic, you’ll find my name there.”
I rolled my eyes while mentally facepalming myself. Why did I even bother to have a conversation with him? It was completely useless. The only thing that came out of his mouth was sex, sex and more sex. Or something completely dumb.
“You know what your problem is?”
“What?” I raked my fingers through my wet hair, frustrated.
“You want me,” he said, as calmly as if he was announcing the weather. Oh, it’s sunny. Oh, you want to fuck me. This man was mentally unstable, period.
“Excuse me?” I placed my hands on my hips, astonished he could even come to this conclusion.
“You want me, but you don’t want to admit it. You’re fighting the chemistry.” Maddox lazily eyed me up and down. There was no embarrassment, no awkwardness from him. He was practically undressing me with his eyes, and he was being so casual about it. When he spoke again, his voice lowered to a deeper tone. “Does fighting with me make you wet? We could fight in bed, let’s not waste time here.”
“If your brain was