Make Me Bad - R.S. Grey Page 0,9

pudding, though I could definitely go for a bowl or two. I stand there watching them go, convinced this is probably the last time I’ll ever talk to Madison Hart. A pained feeling swells in my chest, and my hand hits my heart as if to soothe it.

Then the screen door slams shut and they disappear. I glance up at the sky and let out a laugh I’ve been saving all night, a big Fuck you to the universe for putting me through this fresh version of hell.

With a shake of my head, I turn and am about to head in the direction of my house when the screen door slams again and Madison runs back down the front path toward me.

“Wait!” She keeps running even though her dad is shouting at her from the door. She tells him to calm down. “I’ll only be a second!”

Then she turns and she’s right in front of me, head tilted back to get a good look at me. The wind sweeps up the loose hair around her face and here, with the light from her house, I can tell her eyes are more green than hazel, her smile’s just as beguiling as I thought it would be, and her mouth is tempting enough to make me forget her dad is up on the porch watching us, probably loading his shotgun.

Something cold hits my chest and I glance down to see an ice pack.

I must look confused because she smiles and says, “For your eye.”

4

Madison

“Was that Ben Rosenberg outside? What the hell was he doing here?”

I glance over my shoulder to see my brother leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, still wearing his police uniform while he sips a beer. His brown hair is messy and he needs to shave, but he’s still as handsome as ever. I want to pinch his cheeks.

“Yes.” I arch a brow. “I was expecting you to come out there and start shouting too.”

He shrugs and looks away as if guilty. “There were only a few seconds left in the fourth quarter and the Cowboys were tied with the Colts. Besides, it sounded like Dad was handling it just fine.”

Ah, my dad, the big bad wolf. Not ten minutes ago, he was causing a big fuss out on the front porch, stomping his feet and pounding his chest. Now, he’s sitting at the kitchen table with his nightly mug of decaf coffee and his half-finished crossword. His blue readers are perched on the end of his nose.

The big bad wolf is, in fact, a fraud. He’s never so much as raised his voice at me, though maybe that’s because I’ve never given him real cause. I never broke rules, skipped curfew, or dared to be bad in any way.

Still, just because he’s usually a big teddy bear around me, I shouldn’t have been surprised by his reaction to Ben. He was mean as hell to the few boys who’ve been courageous enough or stupid enough to try to get to know me over the years.

“You still haven’t explained what you were doing with him,” my dad says, adjusting his glasses so he can read the next clue. He’s careful not to look up at me. It’s like he’s trying to make his inquiry seem casual, but we both know it’s not.

“Yeah,” my brother adds. “I heard he got into it over at Murphy’s earlier. You aren’t friends with him, are you, Maddie?”

I turn away from them and shrug. “No, we aren’t friends. It’s just…well…it’s nothing. He saved my life. Oh, that reminds me—Dad, I need to report a crime. I got held up at gunpoint.”

I pinch my eyes closed and brace myself for the worst of it. Just as I expected, the volume level in the kitchen hits an all-time high as the two of them circle around me. I wouldn’t be surprised to find the walls quaking.

They shoot questions at me rapid-fire. They want to know every detail of what happened and how it happened and what did he look like and why exactly did I think it was a good idea to walk home alone at this time of night?

I answer them quietly and calmly as I stroll to the refrigerator and find the thing I’m looking for: banana pudding. It’s my favorite. My dad makes it for me every year. I think with all the excitement, they’ve completely forgotten it’s my birthday. I guess it makes sense, all things considered. I shove my brother