Page 10 of Maddox
Instead, we fought about it for two fucking weeks before I stopped responding to his calls and texts.
“Okay, that wassonot cool but what about the rest? Where have you been Delaney because it's not with us. Don’t you think Micah has a reason to be suspicious when suddenly, you’re too cool to hang?”
She has a point. I have been avoiding everyone but it’s not because I’m cheating on Micah, or I don’t like my friends.
I don’t know how to tell them the truth. I don’t even want it tobethe truth.
Besides, I’m grieving and if someone would just look at me and ask me if I’m alright, they’d know that I’m not.
Instead, I get the same damn wide-eyed stares before they look away and ignore the thousand-pound elephant in the room.
Even Micah struggles with how to treat me. Although I almost prefer his awkward silence because after dating for two years, we spend fifty percent of that time fighting and most of that because Micah acts like a jealous dick.
“I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you found some hot guy to get it on with, but…” she says.
Inexplicably images of Draven’s brother, Maddox pass over my vision and I turn away, biting my lip.
This is one of the reasons I need to let Micah go because one look at Maddox and I can’t remember why Micah was so damn exciting.
I barely know the hot biker but my skin tingles at the thought of getting to know him, even if I have zero chance with a guy like that.
Thankfully, we pull up to Celina’s house and I’m given a reprieve from Lana’s questioning, but I know as soon as I walk through that door, Micah will be all over me.
This will go one of two ways…he’ll either apologize and promise to never do it again or start in on how I’m a whore fucking all the guys except him.
It’s a mindfuck, either way.
Lana walks ahead, while I slow and stare at the door, dread, once more pooling in my bones.
I know it’s a shitty thing to do and Lana’s right but have any of them reached out to ask if I’m, okay? Nope.
I’m walking a tightrope these days. Between school, work and living in a broken-down trailer with a drunken slob, my capacity to act normally is gone.
That’s only the beginning of the shit that swirls through my life on any given day. Just because I’m not home doesn’t mean that I don’t worry about my mom and what might be happening that I can’t prevent.
Meanwhile, my friends want to know why I skipped the last game. If they only knew…
Celina’s home sits on an acre of property with beautiful old trees lining the drive. Her dad is a corporate bigwig who’s almost always out of town. Her mom tends to hide away in one of the wings of the house which means Celina has carte blanche to do whatever she wants.
At the door, I exhale slowly and paste a smile on my face before pushing it open and following the music. Passing through a large living room with white suede couches and paintings of tigers in the wild, and a beautiful chandelier casting beams of light onto the creamy tile floors, I look up from my musings when Micah says, “Babe.”
With a mental groan, I meet his deep blue gaze and say, “Hey.”
“Hey.” His mouth quirks into a cute smile and I ease because this is fun Micah, as opposed to the bitter, jealous version.
When he pulls me into his arms, I stiffen though as he says into my hair, “I missed you.”
Fighting a shiver, I gently disentangle from his hold and hum, “Um.”
In all reality the only feeling I’ve been battling since our fight is dread.
Now is a bad time to talk about my feelings or lack thereof though because we’re surrounded by our friends and even a hint of drama will have them sniffing the air in anticipation.
“C’mon, let’s get a drink,” he says, and I nod, following him into the kitchen.
“Hey Delaney,” Celina says with a grin.
Beside her, Becky eyes me with a frown and mustering a weak smile, I take the cup Micah offers me.
