Page 66 of Pucking Matt
“I wasn't sure you'd show up tonight,” he admits. “I kind of threw it out there, just to see if you'd bite. Now that we'refriends.” His hand covers mine, and my heart does a somersault. I watch, mesmerized, as his fingers intertwine with mine. “I'm really glad you came.”
I can't help but smirk. “Well, Mr. Pearson, considering you inserted yourself into Michelle, and said woman just attacked your distraction – who you're apparently so happy came to the party – I'd say the circumstances are less than ideal. I mean, what else is that girl going to do to your perfect distraction?”
He smiles, his eyes fixed on our joined hands.
“Why am I your perfect distraction?” I ask.
Before he can answer, his phone rings. He pulls his hand away, fumbling for his pocket. He takes a look at the screen and says, “Sorry, it's Harv.” He answers it. “Hey, man, what's up?”
He glances at me, then says into the phone, “Okay, I'll be right there.”
Hanging up, he turns to me with an apologetic expression. “I have to go.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“Can we finish this conversation later?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “I'll see you at work.”
His grin widens. “Yeah, I'll see you.”
Chapter 18
I’m a piece of shit for leaving Amber right now, but Harvey called because Michelle is losing her fucking mind, and someone (special like me because I’m so important to her) needs to calm her down.
A part of me feels responsible for Michelle because of my negligence in being a real gentleman towards her. She deserves someone who likes her and cares about her because I’m not the guy for her. Everything between us has been solely physical. What can I say? She’s a beautiful girl. Nobody would deny that. My dick couldn’t stay in it’s Goddamn pants because of it.
When she asked to record us hooking up, I didn’t think much of it other than it was hot as hell she wanted to look back at our time together. Clearly, she’s out of her fucking mind.
But I’m done with her. Tripping Amber because I danced with her is fucking insane. Michelle has stirred enough commotion in my life. I don’t need her to ruin the one thing I currently cherish. Yeah, there was a moment where I thought Maddie was it. But after seeing what she was capable of, Idecided to be done with her too. Maddie never heard me out, she ran straight to my ex-stepbrother, and I got my ass handed to me when I threw the first punch at Grey. It jeopardized hockey, I had my mom yelling at me, and it put me in a depression. I barely cared that everyone knew what my dick looked like. But now I know that there’s nothing that could keep me chasing Madison Wilder. She wasn’t the one for me. It’s clear as day now. All that crying and chasing is embarrassing as fuck, man.
I walk behind the house and pass a few crowds. Michelle is standing with her arms crossed, licking her teeth. Harvey is keeping his distance from her. So, when he sees me, he gives me a thumbs up and walks away.
I say to Michelle, “Come on, let’s get you home.”
She doesn’t protest, even though the sass is written all over her face.
I walk ahead of her, leading her to my truck. I look up the street to see if Amber’s car is still there. It’s gone, and that’s a relief.
I open the passenger door for Michelle and wait for her to get in. When I try to close the door, she says, “Are you going to buckle me in?”
Jesus fuck.
I lean over with the seatbelt as she stares at me. The buckle clicks and then I’m slamming the door in her face.
When I get into the driver’s seat, she says, “You’re so angry all the time, Matty.”
I shake my head.
“Did I ruin your first date?” she snarks. All I smell is alcohol on her breath.
I throw the truck in reverse and then drive off.
She touches my arm as I stare at the road, counting down the seconds until we’re at the dorms.
“Aw, why aren’t you talking?”
“You’re drunk,” I state.
