say he can tongue-fuck your mouth like he’d tongue-fuck your pus–”
“Riley!”
She let out a smothered giggle, and I instantly knew she was teasing me on purpose. Such a brat. “Sorry, but you should see how you’re blushing right now.”
Ignoring the warm heat against my cheeks, I leveled Riley with a glare, and she pouted, but, thankfully, chose to remain silent.
I left Riley at her Calculus class before making my way to English. When I walked inside, Maddox was already there, sitting in his usual spot. He had his legs thrown over his desk, his ankles crossed. Two girls surrounded him, and they were giggling at something he must have said, except he didn’t look interested in the conversation; in fact, he looked like he needed to be saved from them. Why couldn’t they see that?
A little self-respect would go a long way. He didn’t want them; it was as clear as the sunrise in the morning and the moon in the night sky. The thing about Berkshire was that everyone wanted to be on top of the food chain. The only way to get there? Date a popular jock, it was as simple as that.
Maddox was the biggest fish in the tank, the best catch, and every girl wanted to get her hooks in him.
His gaze slid to me and the corner of his lips quirked up into a small smile. Maddox gave me his signature smirk, followed by a wink that had dozens of girls melting at his feet.
I lifted my chin in silent acknowledgment before taking my seat.
Soon enough, class started. Mrs. Levi began her Shakespearean lesson for this semester; we were studying Hamlet. She wanted to start the lesson with a Hamlet movie, the popular one with Robin Williams.
“It’s the best adaption,” Mrs. Levi explained. “But the projector isn’t working. So, I’m going to need someone to get the TV from the storage room. Lila, do you mind?”
She looked at me expectantly, and I nodded.
“Any volunteer to help?”
I held back a groan. No, no, no…
“I’ll go with her,” Maddox said smoothly.
Mrs. Levi clapped her hands together. “Oh, great.”
I marched out of the classroom, making my way to the storage room at the end of the hall. Maddox caught up with me easily. “You don’t look happy, Garcia.”
“Oh look, you’re back to your annoying self,” I countered.
From my peripheral vision, I saw him give me a lazy shrug. “You shouldn’t be surprised.”
Actually, I wasn’t.
“Did my jacket keep you company last night?” He said the words like he was whispering a dirty secret.
Of course. Everything had to be dirty with Maddox. He probably thought I sniffed his jacket while I masturbated. Fun fact: I didn’t.
I huffed. “I have it in my locker. I’ll give it back to you after school.”
“Are you asking me to meet you after school? A date?” A shocked gasp spilled from his lips, but it was fake. I could easily sense the mocking smile in his words.
“No,” I growled. “Come to my locker. I’ll return your jacket to you, and we both can go on our merry ways, separately.”
He didn’t have a chance to refute me since we were already standing at the storage room.
A note glared back at us, and I rubbed a hand over my face. “Great,” I muttered under my breath. “The light isn’t working.”
I snuck a glance at Maddox, and he looked a bit… apprehensive. Hmm. “Can you keep the door open for me while I get the TV?” I asked.
Maddox shrugged.
The door was heavy as we pushed it open, and I walked inside. It was dark, but the lights from the hallway illuminated the inside enough for me to spot where all the TVs were kept against the back corner of the room. Aha, there it was.
Each TV was sitting on its own small four wheeled shelf, and all I had to do was roll one out. Easy peasy. Not.
When I tried to pull, it didn’t budge, not even an inch. Goddamn it.
I took a peek behind the TV and saw that there was no way I could roll it out of this storage room. All the cords were tangled up together.
“Maddox, can you help me with the cord? It’s stuck, and it’s dark in here. I can barely see anything.”
“Just pull it,” he rumbled, impatiently.
“If I could, I would,” I hissed. “It’s stuck. Help me.”
He was silent for a moment before uttering, “Ask nicely.”