Chapter 17

Michelle I’m so confused. What does Maddox want from me? First, he makes me agree to pretend to be his girlfriend, and then he tells his friends that I’m not his type. What is that guy doing? Did he change his mind?

Or…

Was the sex with me so terrible that he doesn’t even want to continue being in a fake relationship with me?

My head is spinning. Why are guys so confusing?

I drink another glass of water. I’m trying to study inside the kitchen, but it’s pretty impossible with Ciara and Zendra watching TV with the guys they are dating.

The volume is too high, and I jump every time the girls scream at whatever lousy horror movie is playing. I bet they are faking it to hug their boyfriends. I would do the same with Maddox…

Then again, maybe I wouldn’t dare?

The guy wants nothing to do with me; he has made that clear by how he acted. He would push me aside if I even tried that with him. And then, with his stern face, he would most likely point

out why I’m not his type and hurt me without realizing it.

Maddox is a big idiot.

An incoming text message captures my attention. I pick up my phone, and to my surprise, there are text messages from Maddox but also from an unknown number. Maddox: Why are you ignoring me? I’ve called like a billion times. Are you mad at me?

Mad?

I’m hurt! Frowning, I check the other message. Unknown number: Hey, this is Jason, Maddox’s friend. The guys had a lot of fun when you visited last time, and you’re now invited to the party we will have next weekend. The alcohol is free. Come as you are. Shit

I blink multiple times.

my phone with

smile curls my lips. The invitation is healing some of the significant heart damage Maddox caused me. Speaking of him, there is

he realizes he has done

little dots flash across my screen as he types another message. I like him, so it takes a lot of effort not to answer him. I’m trying to put myself

But…

want to

Michelle… Talk to me.

I sigh.

We agreed on becoming a fake couple, Maddox. Why don’t you

record for someone with so stupidly thick fingers. He is thick-headed too… Yet I still like him. He can be sweet when

believe he can freely hurt me whenever he likes. He said I lacked

The worst part?

said sorry, so that’s why I was ignoring him. I had hoped Maddox would figure that

tell

millionth time, I look back at

our secret. Maddox: Not that I’ve told them of our arrangement or anything. A phone call comes in,

not talking to him? Because I like him, but Maddox is so thick-headed that he doesn’t even realize when

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