Page 21 of Love me, Maddie Mendoza

A different version of Maddie, the party one. I saw her dressed to go out many times before, happy her confidence had grown a lot since we were little. She exchanged the glasses for contact lenses, her big hair was conditioned and the curls perfected with care. They reached all the way to the small of her back, with enough volume to make her look like a cartoon.

Unlike Aisha, she wasn’t wearing high heels, but white high tops. Her shorts were white and tiny, tight on her shapely hips. And finally, the piece she was working on throughout the week; the crochet top. It was the nicest thing she ever made. Two triangles held her breasts up, tassels dropping from them, and a complicated loop around her neck and waist to keep the whole thing together. It was a wonder of physics how she could manage to keep the thing on.

Little Maddie Mendoza was dressed to bring chaos and mayhem.

“Jesus Christ Maddie, are you too trying to kill us all?”

Maddie frowned. “What?”

Aisha tsked. “That’s Jason talk for you look unbelievable. Give us a twirl and shake that ass.”

Maddie laughed but obliged. I turned back to the cards quickly, before catching Maddie shaking her ass. Nick noticed my move, and sent a questioning raise of an eyebrow, which I completely brushed off. There was nothing to read into it. A second later, Maddie was coming toward me, stealing my beer and bumping her ass to my shoulder like it was the most normal thing to do.

And it was, in a way.

“Are you impressed with my crochet talents?” She pushed.

I looked up and smiled. Her eyelashes looked a thousand times bigger and she painted her mouth with a lipstick that made her bottom lip look like chocolate.

It was cool, and very Maddie.

“Of course I am, Mad M…”

“Babes?”

Peter.

His voice coming into my house without knocking sent chills down my spine. I flashed a quick look at the other two, and they shared the feeling.

Firm steps on the wooden floor and then the douche himself was in our kitchen. Dressed in a pale pink polo, with his dark hair brushed off his forehead and yet again I had to remind myself not to call him names right in front of Maddie.

She squeaked beside me and went for him. I rolled my eyes and looked at the cards like it was my life calling. How the hell did Maddie findthatattractive?

“Jesus Christ, you’re delicious,” he said with no shame.

She giggled and held his hand but kept a step back while he rubbed his chin and eye fucked her. Soon his hands were on the small of her back, pressing them close. He went for a kiss that started with a lick.

I needed to bleach my eyes.

I was going to send Maddie all my therapy bills.

Peter’s hand travelled down Maddie’s body. He got a handful of her ass right in front of us and, for some reason, that rubbed me the wrong way. I was the first to admit Peter wasn’t my favorite person in the world, but he’d been dating Maddie for a year now, and I tried my best to be civil. But his hand on her ass just made me see red.

I coughed to see if they’d stop, but that only seemed to fuel Peter further. His kiss got intense, and I wondered if that display was for my benefit. Maddie said he was jealous of me, didn’t she? So, he comes into my house without knocking and grabs a handful of my girl’s ass?

Yes, he was her boyfriend. But we were Maddie and Zeek. He had a reason to be scared, and for the first time in his presence, I let out a genuine smile.

The fucker was scared.Good.

I was sure he was going to fuck Maddie right there, just to make a point, and maybe she thought the same, because after a second her hand was between them, pushing him away.

“Pete…”I heard her chastened him.

“Sorry, babes, you drive me crazy.”

I couldn’t help it. I rolled my eyes again. Who the hell was this man in a polo shirt and calling people babes? What was wrong with him? In front of me, Nick seemed to be amused, which was a one eighty from his shitty mood just a minute ago.

Jason stood up and flattened his tee. “Last chance to come along.”

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