Page 53 of Would You Rather
He laughs. “6’6, I’m pretty average for a basketball player.”
“Damn it, I was off my one inch,” I mutter to myself.
Aiden scoffs. “That one inch is very important,” he says before turning to face Leila. “Isn’t that right, gorgeous?”
Leila playfully rolls her eyes, a smile slipping on her lips. “So, Is this your first college party?” she asks me as Aiden wraps his hands around Leila’s waist, resting his chin on her head.
“Yeah, I brought James along too.”
“Really?” Leila whips her head around. “Where is he? I haven’t seen him in so long.”
“He wanted some space from me,” I admit, scanning around the place. “He went to get a drink or make out with someone. I don’t know.”
Leila lets out a laugh. “Sounds like him. Well, you can hang out with us in the meantime,” she says, gesturing behind her.
I glance behind them, and that’s when I see her.
Madeline.
She looks up and glances at me as she sips on her drink, her legs crossed. On her body is a champagne-colored top, showing a sliver of her dark brown stomach, with a matching long skirt covering her legs.
Holy fuck.
“Madeline,” I say, seeing her eyes dropping to my outfit. I press my lips together to stop from smiling.She’s checking me out.
“Lucas,” she replies.
Silence falls between us, and I wonder if she’s thinking about the last time we saw each other. We might not be the best of friends, but I had a really good time with her, even if she was coughing a lung out.
“I need a refill,” she says, lifting herself off the couch before she walks away. My brows furrow, wondering whether she’s trying to avoid me or not.
“It’s nice to meet you,” a girl says to my right. She smiles at me, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. “I’m Rosalie, but everyone calls me Rosie.”
“Nice to meet you, Rosie.” I smile at her, sitting down on the single armchair available.
She leans back against the guy whose lap she’s sitting on. “And this is Grayson,” she says. “My boyfriend.”
“Hey,” he lifts his chin, and his tattooed hand reaches out to me, shaking my hand.
“And you already met me,” Gabi says, dropping down on the couch. “You make good soup, by the way.”
I let out a laugh.Thank fuck.It only took my mom yelling at me on the phone for hours when I begged her for the recipe for me to get it right. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“Madi has told us so much about you,” Rosie says, glancing down at Madeline.
I let out a laugh. “I hope it was all good things.”
“Of course it was,” Madeline says, holding a refreshed drink in her hand. “You’re my boyfriend after all.”
Don’t know what the fuck just happened to my body from hearing that word in her mouth, but fuck, I want to hear it again.
She looks around, sees Gabi sitting in her seat, and lets out a sigh.
“Move over,” Leila tells Gabi. “Make room for Madi.”
“I would,” Gabriella says with a deep sigh, stretching out on the couch. “But I’m just so tired.” She grins, staring at Madi, who narrows her eyes back at her. What the hell is going on? “Maybe you can sit with yourboyfriend?”
Madeline’s head snaps to face me, and I watch the slender slope of her neck move with a gulp.
