Page 49 of Love me, Maddie Mendoza

Not that I cared what he thought of me anymore. Actually, I hated him so much I was dying to make him angrier. If it wasn’t for Maddie, I’d come up with graphic details just to watch him seethe. The dark thought crossed my mind, but I’d never do that to Maddie. She wasn’t a cheater, especially not with me. She was nothing but a good girlfriend when the asswipe didn’t deserve it.

“You think I’m stupid?”

“Yeah. But that has nothing to do with it.”

Peter grew some balls, trying to free himself from my hold. It was laughable. My hand still had a firm grip on his collar, and I really wanted to fuck up his pretty nose.

“I’m the joke of the campus because of you two.” His eyes flickered between me and Maddie. “People barely knew we broke up and there were pictures of you everywhere! Do you think I’m going to sit and stay quiet while you laugh at my back?”

“No one is laughing at you, Pete!” Maddie shrieked. “It was a challenge! It’s not a goddamn telenovela! We weren’t hiding anything from you!”

But Peter wasn’t listening. His hands pushed me back, and I let it go of his shirt just as footsteps approached us. It was Jason, a huge frown between his brow, and ready to do some damage. Nick was just on his heels. They looked like were back from the gym together, back home to this mess. My friends took their place beside me, watching Peter with snarled on their lips.

“What the hell is happening here?” Nick wanted to know.

“Pete thinks I cheated him with Zeek.” Maddie offered from the porch.

“I don’t think! I know.” Peter started again. “Everyone fucking knows it, Maddie. I can’t believe you did this to me!”

“I did nothing, you maniac!”

But Pete was on a roll.

“Was it just him or this whole house? Is that why you moved here? Fucking whore…”

Yeah, I wasn’t in the mood for Peter Adamson-Burton III anymore. My fist finally went for it and did the beautiful journey toward his face, sending him backwards. Nick and Jason moved with me. Peter stumbled.

“Zeek!” Maddie screamed.

“Entra a la casa.”I commanded.

I was definitely not done with just one punch, and I couldn’t do enough damage if Maddie was going to yell at every move.

“No.” She scoffed.

“Entra a la casa.” I tried again. “I’m just starting with him.” I said only to Peter.

“Stop the pissing contest, Z,” she replied in English. “You don’t need to check who has the biggest dick. Just leave him and let’s go in. All of us.”

“It’s no contest.” I smirked and, just for fun, turned around to check her reaction. Her mouth curved a little. She slapped a hand over it.

“Don’t make me laugh in the middle of a tragedy, Zeek!”

I chuckled, and the boys did too. Peter’s emotions ranged from fear to anger. Now, after my dick size comment, he looked livid. But then he looked over at Jason and got scared all over again. There was a reason why Jay wasn’t able to keep up in a run. He was a big motherfucker. Wholesome, cinnamon roll baking man made of muscle. And he didn’t look happy. Nick wasn’t looking much better. I was actually dying for Peter to ask what damage Nick could do from a wheelchair. The answer…a lot.

I hoped Peter was feeling curious today.

“No one is getting pancakes in the morning if this keeps up,” Maddie decreed from the porch.

Jason frowned beside me, but he kept in place.

“You say sorry to Maddie.” I tried, because I was a reasonable man and all.

“Fuck you.” Peter replied.

“You come over here, calling our girl a whore…” Jason said in a low voice. “And you think you can call the shots?”

“Your girl?” Peter was ready to burst in anger. “So you are confirming she’s fucking you all?”

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