DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

I got you.
My heart couldn’t bear to let go, even though I knew I
had to. Eventually.
“Is he okay?” Mr. Johnson looked mildly curious, but
mostly worried.
I nodded. “Could you grab the TV for us, please? The
cords are all tangled up together.”
“Of course. Let me get it. Which class are you guys in?”
“Mrs. Levi.”
“I’ll bring it. Get back to class.” He waved, shooing us
away.
“Thank you, Mr. Johnson.”
My nails grazed Maddox’s scalp in a soothing manner as
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Maddox?” At the sound
of his name, he pulled away from me and stood up. I could
tell he was still shaky, his body swaying before he found his
footing again, and he refused to look at me. Still holding
onto his hand, we walked out of the storage closet. His
breathing has evened out now, and his face had hardened,
his eyes lifeless.
Maddox was shutting down… shutting me out.
“We can grab a bottle of water from the vending
machine,” I suggested, gently.
When I tried to squeeze his hand, he ripped it away from
me. Like I was some kind of disease and he didn’t want to
be infected. “Madd–”
“Stay away from me,” he said, and it sent chills down my
spine. His voice was like a thunderclap, furious and
strained.
“Maddox,” I started, but he cut me off.
“Don’t.” That was a warning, and I should’ve listened; I
really should have because for the first time, I saw a
different Maddox.
A boy filled with rage, but blue eyes that held a broken
song.