“I don’t, I’ve just been smoking a little. It’s not a big deal. And definitely none of your business.”
“Right,” I say, glancing back at Chase.
He shrugs like the whole thing is no big deal, but something in the room feels off. Maybe it’s because I just woke up, or maybeit’s because Izzi is acting like she’s hiding a body under the bed. Either way, something’s not adding up.
I’m really not in the mood for their shit right now. I’m exhausted and about to be late to class again because of Izzi. Grabbing my phone off the bed, I leave the room in a rush, not saying a word to either of them. Chase calls after me but I throw up the middle finger behind me, and attempt to keep walking.
“Woah, brother, where the hell are you going in such a rush? Wanna grab coffee before class?” Chase asks, stepping in front of me before I can make it to the door.
I roll my eyes at him and huff out, “You’re buying.”
“Whatever you say, boss.” Chase laughs, clapping the back of my shoulder. But when I go to leave, he doesn’t follow me.
“Lemme just make this sale and I’ll meet you there, yeah?”
Izzi is now standing just behind Chase, looking like a cornered dog ready to bite. I don't know what’s going on with the two of them, but they’re acting real fucking suspicious. I know Chase wouldn’t be messing with my girl, or ex-girl. Whatever. The thing I am worried about, though, is what he could be selling her and if it’s more than just some weed.
As far as I know, Izzi’s never had anything harder than that before. But I also know that Chase definitely has and doesn’t mind selling it to the first person to throw him some money. Izzi may not be mine to be worried about anymore, but she is still one of my oldest friends and I can’t help but be concerned.
Deciding Izzi was right, that it really is none of my business, I toss back a, “Yeah, sure thing,” and make my way down the hall. I’m almost to the stairwell when I collide with a girl coming from the bathroom, her shit flying everywhere. It wasn’t my fault, but I apologize to her anyway, and try to help pick up her stuff when I really take her in.
She’s dressed in jeans with a small black crop top. The bottom of the top slightly rises at her back when she movesforward to grab something, showcasing her silky freckled skin. She has whiskey-colored curls and glasses magnifying the freckles that run across her rosy cheeks.
She’s fucking stunning.
Who the hell is this girl? I’ve never seen her around, and I know almost everyone on campus at this point. I’m pretty sure I would have remembered seeing her if she was here before, so she must be new. But damn, I can’t deny that she isn’t the most beautiful girl I think I’ve ever seen. Most of the girls at this school, Izzi included, have to wear half a pound of makeup just to achieve what she has naturally.
She apologizes back, stumbling over her words when her eyes finally reach mine, and for a second, it feels like everything goes still.
I’ve never been the kind of guy to get hung up on a girl's eyes before. Seeing that shit in movies, it always sounded like some cheesy bullshit people would say to get laid, but looking into hers now, I suddenly get it. Her eyes are unlike anything I’ve ever seen—a light honey shade with flecks of copper speckled throughout. Staring into them makes me forget what I was doing, shit, forget what I was even saying. All I can do is stare, completely captivated by the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever had the pleasure of gazing into.
I grin at her when I notice she’s staring and finally clear my throat to introduce myself. She tells me her name is Madelyn and takes the hand I held out for her.
I feel it immediately. The moment our skin connects, a surge of electricity shoots through me, sending shock waves down my spine and enveloping my entire being. What the fuck is she made out of? Whatever it is, I want more. Her breath visibly hitches, our touch igniting a gentle blush up her neck and against her smooth cheeks.
I chuckle at the innocence, knowing that I plan on tainting it. Running my thumb across the back of her hand, I notice her skin feels just as silky as it looks.
I’m going to fucking devour her, body and soul.
She must say something, but I’m too busy admiring her to hear a word coming out of her mouth. We stand there staring at each other like we don’t have shit else to do, and after a moment, I notice how short she is. I’m six feet five inches tall, and she has to be more than a foot shorter than me. All I can think about now is how easy it’s going to be for me to lift her up when I thrust deep inside her.
The thought of that alone has my cock rubbing painfully against my jeans, but the image replays over and over in my mind. I glance down at her lips, imagining them wrapped tightly around the length of me when she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.
Fuuuck, she can’t be doing that. I need to leave before I decide to take her right here in the fucking hallway.
I tell her I’ll see her around, a promise I intend to keep, and start to walk away, turning around to take one last look at her before I round the corner. She’s still standing in the same spot I left her, seemingly frozen, staring right back at me with an adorable dumbfounded look on her face.
I’m going to ruin this girl, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
By the timeI make it to the coffee shop, I’m still thinking about her.
Madelyn.
The name rolls around in my head as I stand at the counter waiting for my coffee and hash browns I ordered. I’ve met hundreds of girls at this school since coming to college. More than I can count, but none of them have ever lingered in my mind the way she is. It’s both annoying and confusing as hell.
Grabbing my coffee from the barista, I find an empty couch in the corner and wait for Chase, still thinking of Madelyn.
“Miles.”
