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Swallowing past the heavy ball in my throat, my gaze
skittered away from him. Maddox tended to make me feel
on edge, like I was about to jump off the cliff. He irritated
me, non-stop. But as bad as it sounded when I admitted it, I
had grown used to him being a jerk. The ongoing battle
between us was exhausting, but it had been something I
started looking forward to. Our pranks and verbal sparring
had become something I had grown used to.
The realization had me taking a step back.
I had always been competitive, but I had never found a
proper opponent.
Not until Maddox.
His gaze shifted behind me, and his smile slid off his
face. “Your bus is here,” he said, breaking through my
muddling thoughts.
The bus came to stop in front of us, and I started
forward, leaving him behind. My hands were shaking as I
tried to take off his jacket. He held my hands in place, over
the buttons. “Keep it. You can give it back later,” he said,
his voice gruff and thick.
“Have a good night,” I breathed, stepping into the bus.
“Oh, Lila?”
I peeked at him over my shoulder. He had his hands
shoved into the pockets of his pants, a few stubborn
strands of hair falling over his eyes. “You don’t hate me,”
he stated firmly before cracking a smile. “Sweet dreams,
Lila. I might visit you there.”
My lips twitched, and I turned away before he could see
it. If you google Maddox's name, Cocky will be his
definition. Maybe that should be his middle name. Maddox
'Cocky' Coulter.
I swiped my card and took a seat at the back of the bus.
As it drove past where we had been, I saw Maddox still
standing there, staring at the bus as I left him behind.
He was right.
We were at war, two very fierce opponents.