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!”
your room and lock
but
I will not look up Michelle Henriksson’s online profile while
Jesus fucking Christ!
always have to be so goddamn annoying?! I could murder him and bury
FUCKING
with our heartbreaker quarterback, but you turn everyone down. I want to know
Hard in the shower?!
My type?!
is not
have been moaning her name for about forty minutes now, and I’m getting more and
“I. Will. Murder.
“Empty threats… Empty threats…”
“I’m being serious!”
yeah? Very delicate and small too. Ha-ha. You like that, Maddox? Who would have known—the guy actually has
FUCKING MURDER YOU,
have his head evaluated if
Christ, I’m
hotter girls than Michelle, yet all I see is her doe-eyes, sweet smile, and delicate
out of my damn
“GAH, I hate myself!”
a towel. My cock is still
can’t finish myself
No.
to
doesn’t even like me! That little thing
angrily enter my room and throw myself down on my bed. My arm hangs down to the
I know
breathing hard while staring at
This is so weird…
What am I doing?
to tell them my address before a hookup. Other than that, I don’t text with girls. I don’t call them either. Neither do I date,
stand me up tomorrow,
the message turn to “seen” and feel like puking when I realize I’m actually smiling. FUCKING SMILING while texting a girl. Seriously, where did my balls
own number
I had to put in my number
no
Me: Yes.
And your earlier words, is that
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