Chapter 4
Maddox
I need a freaking doctor.
Something is seriously wrong with my head. Did I hit it or something? Possible brain damage from birth that didn’t show up until now? I don’t know what is happening to me, but I’m acting weird!
I don’t date.
I don’t do relationships.
I don’t want a WAG, a partner, or any romance in my life.
Most girls are bloodsuckers and only out after your money. I know that, and I stay clear of the other gender.
I should focus on the game, focus on the goddamn football, and not fall for any distractions. And girls are fucking distractions!
Yes, I know this better than anyone.
So why am I as hard as a rock in the shower while thinking about kissing Michelle fucking Henriksson?????!!!!!
Why her?
WHY!
I punch the wall and groan at the pain. “FUCK!!!”
“Will you please keep it down?!” Jason’s voice comes from the other side of the wall because, let’s face it, we live in misery. Paper-thin walls and no fucking privacy. The frathouse is a goddamn joke and sometimes a running parody.
I groan, and Jason sighs. “Maddox, I’ve said it once and I will say it again. Keep it down, will you? I’m trying to focus here.”
I punch the wall. “No, I’m going through something!”
“Just wank it out already, amigo!” Jason shouts back. “You’ve been saying ‘Michelle’ over and over again, groaning and then not finishing your business. Just rub one out.”
This fucking linebacker! I swear I will kill him, fucking kill him!
It doesn’t matter that we are best friends—Jason is dead to me!
“Shut up, Deluca!” I growl back at the perverted idiot. “And stop listening through the wall like a creep!”
“I have a stomach ache… I can’t leave the toilet even if I wanted to. There is no choice but to listen to your pathetic voice.”
“This idiot…” I mutter to myself. “I can’t do it now, thanks to you!”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re listening!”
into your room and lock
but
up Michelle Henriksson’s online
Jesus fucking Christ!
I could murder
NOT FUCKING
but you turn everyone down. I want to
Hard in the shower?!
My type?!
not my
that… You have been moaning her name for about forty minutes now, and
Will. Murder. You.
“Empty threats… Empty threats…”
“I’m being serious!”
small too. Ha-ha. You like that,
WILL FUCKING
and I grunt in annoyance. Some best friend he is—the dude needs to have his head
fucking Christ, I’m even admitting
hotter girls than Michelle, yet all I see is her doe-eyes, sweet smile, and
out of my damn
“GAH, I hate myself!”
wall and wrap myself in a towel. My cock is still painfully hard, and it’s because
can’t finish
No.
to resist
Michelle Henriksson of all freaking people. She doesn’t even like me! That
room and throw myself down on my bed.
I know better
breathing
This is so weird…
What am I doing?
girls to tell them my address before a hookup. Other than that, I don’t text with girls. I don’t
me up tomorrow,
like puking when I realize I’m actually smiling. FUCKING SMILING while texting a
You inserted your own number into
Michelle standing me up again. I had to put in my number there… Not because I like her
is no
Me: Yes.
And your earlier words,
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