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It was strange seeing him in anything other than the
Berkshire uniform.
He looked… normal. Instead of the Berkshire star
quarterback I despised.
“I asked you a question. What are you doing here?”
Maddox cocked his head to the side, giving me an
amused look. “Working, Garcia. Simple as that.”
Impatiently, I tapped my foot on the ground, not falling
for his stupid games. To work? Yeah, right.
“You don’t need to work. Don’t your parents give you an
allowance? Your credit card is probably unlimited.”
For a brief second, I noticed the way his eyes darkened
as if he was disappointed in me. But it was gone too
quickly, leaving me wondering if what I saw was real or just
my imagination. He tsked, shaking his head.
“See, that’s your problem. You assume too many things.”
I wasn’t assuming anything. He wasn’t just rich; Maddox
was filthy rich. He didn’t need a part-time job, especially
not at my grandparents’ grocery store. He didn’t ever need
to work.
In fact, he didn’t even need to be here, in this
neighborhood, where didn’t belong.
But no, he had to be here. The only two days I had
without Maddox being a jerk every minute – my only two
peaceful days, he had to come and ruin.
“How did you get my grandma to agree to this?”
“That was really simple. I smiled.”
A frustrated sound came from my throat, and I rubbed a
hand over my face. “Maddox,” I grumbled under my breath.
He pushed away from the wall and walked past me to lift
another brown box. His shirt stretched over his shoulders
as he placed it on the top shelf and diligently arranged all
the boxes in expiration date order. “She thinks I’m
charming and sweet. Trust me, this is the first time
someone has called me sweet. Shocking, right?”