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He threw the rest of his cigarette on the ground,
squashing it with his leather boot. He kept his eyes on me,
his face devoid of any mischief. He looked… serious. What a
confusing man. I couldn’t tell which side of him was real
anymore. “I said I was sorry,” he rumbled, the expression
on his face genuine.
I narrowed my eyes on him. “Apologies don't count when
they’re not sincere.”
“You confuse me, woman. First, you want me to
apologize. Then when I do, you tell me not to. Pick one,
Garcia.”
“When someone says he's sorry, he should mean it.
Apologies need to be sincere or else it's useless and,
frankly, a waste of time. Mean it or don't say it at all. I don't
accept half-assed apologies.”
Maddox brought a hand up, holding it over his chest.
“Jesus. You’re harsh, Sweet Cheeks.”
“Second, you've been annoying me non-stop, always
following me around, and you find every reason to irritate
me! Whether it's in class, at lunch or outside of school. You
do know that personal space exists, right?”
He looked thoughtful for a second, and I thought he
really was considering my words. But then he opened his
mouth, and I wanted to smack him. “Girls love it when I'm
in their personal space,” he admitted as if it was the most
obvious thing.
“Full of yourself and absolutely cocky. The list is growing
at an accelerating rate."
“So, you hate me because I give you attention?” Maddox
took a pack of gum out of his pocket, popped one in his
mouth before offering me one.
Against my better judgement, I took it. He was offering;
I needed something to keep me distracted. “I despise you
because I don't want the attention you give me.”
“Anything else?” The corner of his lips tilted up, a small
grin on his face. There was nothing taunting about it. In