Page 22 of Maddox
“I don’t have twenty bucks,” I grit through my teeth.
“Look, little princess,” he sneers. “You don’t like my rules, you can go back to Helen’s.”
Dropping my pencil to the bed, I shove my notebook aside and sit up while Joey grabs the doorframe and stretches, pushing that hairy fucking stomach in my face.
“Don’t you have clothes that fit?” I say.
“Fit just fine,” he snorts.
“Jesus, I hate you,” I mumble under my breath.
He merely holds out his hand and I pull a crinkled twenty-dollar bill from my pocket before tossing it on the floor.
I feel no victory though when he mutters, “Fucking bitch.”
After swiping it up, he slams his way into the bathroom and with a groan, I roll over and sit up. I can’t believe my mother ever touched that man.
“Gah,” I say into my hands before grabbing up my phone when a text comes through.
You got those math notes?
Rolling my eyes to the ceiling, I blow out a breath. Although she’s a pain in my ass, I don’t need to take my frustration at Joey out on Draven.
Yeah…
Need them. I can come by in thirty. Going to party if you want to come
Chewing my lip, I consider her message. I should do my homework because I have that quiz tomorrow but at this point, I’ll take any offer on the table if it means I don’t have to be here with Joey.
Draven, no surprise, is twenty minutes late. By the time she rolls up, I’m feeling bitchy and frankly tired.
As soon as she pulls to a stop, I slide inside. Here I was worried that my skinny jeans, skimpy top and dark makeup might be a little much, but I should have known Draven would outshine me.
Pink fishnet stockings lead to short shorts with a silky blouse, hanging off one shoulder to create a sexy goth look.
Her green tipped hair is pulled back in a sassy ponytail and her dark eyes glitter with sparkly shadow.
“Ready?” she asks, with her customary scowl and I nod.
Revving the engine, she backs from the spot and peels out, leaving behind rubber on the faded pavement.
The loud pulse of some rock band throbs in my temple and I watch her lip sync to the music before turning away.
After a ten-minute ride while I wonder what the fuck I’m doing hanging out with this sourpuss, she enters the freeway.
I don’t mind though because I’m still stewing over Joey. We fought again on my way out the door when he decided to grow a conscience and ask me where I was going. I blew him off, weirded out about his questions.
Is my old ass, gross as fuck father hoping to get down with Draven? Yeah, no.
Still, his insistence on knowing where I was headed and with who devolved into a screaming match that I won when he collapsed to the couch, grabbed a beer, and called me a bitch.
Dick.
Once we enter the freeway, I feel a little thrill as I ask, “Are we going to the track?”
Even though Maddox was clearly teasing me the other night, I wouldn’t mind seeing the sexy biker again, so I can admire the view.
“Can’t,” she grumbles, dropping her phone in the console with a frown. “We’re on lockdown.”
