Page 17 of Face Me Off

“Is this about prom again?”

“Maybe,” I drawl out.

“That was four years ago. Get over it.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Besides, I didn’t ditch you. You ended up going.”

“Yeah,alonebecause you ditched me.” Truthfully, I wasn’t upset with her. What made me bitter was Ryan’s betrayal.

“Potato,pa-tah-to.” Her flippant response angers me further. I really need to stop hanging with her.

“Whatever, don’t ask me to go out again.” But as mad as I am with her, I don’t want her making bad decisions. “Be safe and watch out for dick trances.”

“Mmm, I should be so lucky.”

I grind my teeth when she hangs up.

“Madison?” A shrill voice grabs my attention and has me staring into Rosie Belington’s light brown eyes. “Wow! I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Yeah,” I drawl out. “The same can be said for you. I didn’t realize you attended Cessna U.”

“Best decision I made.” A blush creeps across her face as she crinkles her nose. “I owe you an apology for spilling my drink on you. I’m so sorry.”

The summer party flashes through my mind. I’ve tried not to think about that night, even willed the thoughts away. But the harder I push, the stronger I remember the feel of Ryan’s fingers pressing into my skin and the feel of his cock thrusting inside me. My body shudders from the memory.

Damn it. Why did sex with Ryan have to be the hottest night of my life?

It may have been a while since I had sex, but I’ve never been fucked like that before. Jim didn’t come close.

Ryan!

Fucking asshole.

He knew what he was doing.

“Maddy?” Her questionable tone snaps me from my mini flashback.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s okay. The sarong was older anyway.”If by old you mean the beginning of summer.

“I tried finding you later, but I was pretty wasted. I don’t remember too much of that night.” She smirks. “But I do remember Amy being upset.”

The girl who latched onto Ryan the moment he arrived. “Why?”

“She saw you and Ryan sneak away.” She elbows me the in the arm. “Decided to heed my advice and let loose, huh?”

“Something like that.” My stomach churns. Knowing what we did is one thing, but having others assume is another. Becky never questioned anything, so I thought I was safe and nobody knew. Though, if Dad knew, he would’ve said something by now.

God, I need to call Amanda and beg her to get to this party. She’s at work, but she’ll be getting off soon.

That’s what I do the moment Rosie exits. I’m in the middle of my SOS text when the hairs on the back of my neck rise. The music cuts off. There’s a moment of silent whispers before the entire room breaks out in a victory Wildcat chant. The hockey team has arrived.

Looking down at my red solo cup, I wince. I could really use a drink, one I make myself.

I head to the kitchen to escape and run into Jim. “Hey, Jim.”

“Maddy! How’s my girl doing?”

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