Madison.
I roll the window down a little bit with a shaking hand, “Get in.” My heart is pounding from the flashback like I had been propelled back in time and then with the tapping at the window I had been jerked back into reality.
Madison walks around my truck and gets in. She rubs her hands together warming up her hands from the cool night.
Taking the bottle of whiskey out of my right hand, she examines it and shrugs before taking a swig. It’s quiet for a few minutes before she asks, “Have you seen her since the season started?”
She has this weird way of knowing where my mind is most of the time. Or maybe that it’s mostly on Macy these days and her guess is always right.
Twisting my head to look out the driver side window I see all the cars have emptied from the lot. “Yeah. I took her out the other night and I said I would tomorrow too.”
I face Madison as she nods, but she doesn’t look at me since she’s rolling a joint. I know it hurts that she doesn’t have her sister in her life anymore. Probably about as deep as it hurts that I don’t have Cash in mine. “What about you?”
“I haven’t seen her.” Madison looks at me curiously.
“I mean Cash. Have you seen him lately?” I wonder about what Saylor was talking about in the gym. I know they still see each other, and that it’s never public but I’m kind of curious. I want the two of them to work. I really do.
“Yeah,” she laughs lightly bringing the joint she just rolled to her lips and tucking her long hair behind her ear with the other hand. “Before you played the Colonels, he showed up at my dorm for five mornings in a row before your morning practice.” I laugh because it makes sense now. Cash was an animal that week and playing like I’ve never seen him play before.
Madison and I don’t say much after that, neither of us needing to. The whiskey and joint were doing its job and relaxing us to the point where nothing mattered.
September 20, 2013
After my second class lets out I text Macy and let her know I’m on my way to pick her up. We’re going to Pegasus Pizza. It’s her favorite place to stop for lunch. I swear as tiny as she is she can practically put a whole pizza away herself.
I pull out front of her dorm just as she’s walking out of the door. Her ponytail swooshes behind her as she makes her way to the truck. Her hips sway just the way I like them. I bite on my bottom lip as she opens the door. We could have walked, it’s not far, but it’s raining hard right now.
Macy’s warm perfume fills the truck and it takes everything in me not to pull her on my lap and take her right here and now. It’s been too long since we’ve been together last and my hand doesn’t seem to be doing the job anymore. I try not to let myself get too attached to the closeness that we seem to gravitate towards when we’re together so I keep her at an arm’s distance. She glances over at me shyly but with that little smirk on her face. She knows I’m turned on, she always knows.
I pull on her arm and bring her closer to me, “Give me a kiss.” I always ask her first, I never just do it.
She places a feather light kiss on my lips. She’s teasing me. Okay, that’s fine. Two can play this game.
“Baby,” I whisper as she rests her forehead on mine.
“Landon,” Macy says breathlessly.
I lick my lips and the tip of my tongue brushes against hers. She whimpers as I pull away.
Macy straightens herself and sticks her bottom lip out pouting.
I chuckle softly as I put the truck in drive. That’s all I am allowing myself to indulge in. I’m letting the mood simmer until it’s about to explode.
Macy and I score a booth in the back corner away from most everyone. The waitress takes our order. We sit and talk about school. I yawn trying to fight off sleep. I barely slept last night, as I rarely ever do, but last night I was lucky to even get two hours.
Fucking voices.
I couldn’t get them to stop even after getting high and drinking more than necessary.
I glance around as Macy goes on about Heather, her roommate. I know she’s messing around with Declan but I don’t gossip so I just let her go on about it. I notice some geek with glasses too big for his face checking Macy out.
“Who is that, Macy?” I ask giving a little nod in that douchebag’s direction.
Macy looks all around, “Who?”
Rolling my eyes I answer, “That guy over there staring at you?”
Macy twists in the other direction, “Oh,” she turns back around. “That’s Will. He’s in my business strategy and planning class.”
I nod because I want to rip that fucking guy’s glasses off and break his face for staring at her the way he is. It shouldn’t bother me but it does. Macy deserves a lot more than my sorry ass but it doesn’t stop me from being possessive over her.