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

will, but

up Michelle

Jesus fucking Christ!

annoying?! I could murder

NOT FUCKING LOOK HER

something, Maddox? Everyone wants to be with our heartbreaker quarterback, but you turn everyone down. I want

Hard in the shower?!

My type?!

is not

name for about forty minutes

“I. Will. Murder. You. In.

“Empty threats… Empty threats…”

“I’m being serious!”

pretty cute… Rosy cheeks, yeah? Very delicate and small too. Ha-ha. You like that, Maddox? Who would have known—the guy actually

WILL FUCKING

he is—the dude needs to have his head evaluated if he thinks it’s okay to listen to me masturbate AND look

fucking Christ, I’m even admitting

I see is her

of

“GAH, I hate myself!”

and wrap myself in a towel. My cock is still

can’t finish

No.

have to

Henriksson of all freaking people. She doesn’t even like me! That little thing is terrified of me, and not even a little! She

my bed. My arm hangs

text her… I know better than that…

my phone, breathing hard while

This is so weird…

What am I doing?

with girls. I don’t call them either. Neither do I date, and yet I’m already typing a message to

Don’t stand me up tomorrow,

watch the message turn to “seen” and feel like puking when I realize I’m actually smiling. FUCKING

your own number into my

put in my number there… Not because I like her or

is no

Me: Yes.

your earlier words, is

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