Page 50 of Love me, Maddie Mendoza

“Even if I was, that’s got nothing to do with you, asshole!” Maddie replied. “I can have as many orgies as I want now that I don’t have your limp dick to worry about!”

I was trying to look scary, but it was hard to hold the laughter when Maddie was yelling about orgies while still wearing her famous floppy orange hat with the little leaves on the top.

“Maddie is right.” Came from Nick. “She’s done with you. All of us are done with you.”

Nick was a second from exploding. I knew the way he got and none of us liked Peter very much. How I was the only one who got a punch in was a mystery.

“Go inside, Maddie,” Jason stated.

“Don’t you start, too.”

It was exactly a second after her refusal that Jason landed a punch. His grin afterwards was proof enough he was dying to do it. The second punch knocked Peter down. He stumbled on his own feet and fell, shell-shocked. Before he could get up again, Nick got a hold of him, gripping over his shirt. Pete was dragged with Nick.

“Say sorry to Maddie.” Nick growled.

A beat. “I’m sorry.” Peter spat, not meaning it at all.

“Whatever, asshole.” She replied.

“I said it. She doesn’t want to…”

“You don’t go around saying shit about Maddie, ok?” Nick told him in a low voice. “You better stay out of my way because I spent a year looking at your stupid face and saying your stupid name and I’m itching to really fuck you up.”

Peter nodded. Frightened enough for me to think it was the funniest thing we’ve ever done. I planned to have the honors of kicking Peter’s ass, but I liked too much when Nick used his scariest voice on people. It was worth it.

Nick released him and it took exactly two seconds for the other man to scramble up and fix his t-shirt. Without a parting goodbye, Peter left for his car, driving away but not before Maddie shouted after him: “And the sex was lousy, limp dick!”

That a girl.

“Ilike the theatrics but I’m not sure about that dress.”

Our gaze found Carolina, Maddie’s cousin in her gigantic purple gown, her second outfit change during her quinceañera.

“Shall I remind you of your pink monstrosity?”

Maddie waved me off. “Different times.”

“Not that long ago.”

“Plus, I’m not saying anything about the size of it. A quince is one of two opportunities to be ridiculous.”

“Those are…?”

“A girl’s quinceañera and her wedding, of course. Those are the only times you’re expected to be looking like a cupcake.”

I glanced back to Carolina dancing with her father, who was weeping. It might as well be her wedding day. “So, according to Maddie’s law, what’s the problem with the dress if she’s allowed to look like a cupcake?”

She tilted her head, thinking. Maddie looked great tonight. Her hair was half up and half down, with curls running free down to her waist. Contact lenses on, and subtle makeup except for bold red lipstick. Her dress was a cute little thing in a dark shade of eggplant. It barely covered her ass. When she sat down, it hitched up just enough to turn my insides into liquid heat. Her heels were so high, the top of her head reached my nose when we walked side by side. It was always a punch in the guts when she got dressed up. After the day she had with Peter, I was just happy to see she was over it.

“I don’t understand why she’d change for a bigger dress.” Maddie continued with her assessment of Carolina’s fashion sense. “Why wouldn’t she start with the puffy dress and then change for the party time into a little number?”

“She probably wanted the big dress for the father and daughter dance.” I pointed out as Carolina’s dad wept even louder when a slide show of baby pictures started on the left side of the venue. While everyone was distracted, Maddie and I took the chance to get another serving of the food.

“Hmm, so she planned wrong, then. Start with the big puffy dress and dance with your dad, then you have the change for party time. She will regret the petticoat by the end of the night.”

I tsked. “She wanted to end with a bang. You did on your eighteenth birthday, too.”

It was a Philippines tradition to have a debutante ball when the girl turned eighteen. Maddie, of course, complied, and had the traditional party of both of her heritages. She’d never choose one over the other.

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