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“What?” I asked, giving one good yank to get away from him. “I’ll regret it? I’m tired of living in fear of you, Maverick. Piss off.”
Chapter Four
Maverick
I’m fuming.The urge to run after Josie, and carry her off caveman style fueled me.I don’t, because people are around, and they wouldn’t understand,I don’tunderstand.
Things are different here. We’re not in high school anymore, and I don’t have a band of loyal followers who thought whatever I did was okay. It wasn’t. I knew deep down it wasn’t. The torment I put Josie through was not okay.
Regardless, every time I looked into her doe eyes, I felt anger, frustration, and the over-conflicting emotion to kiss her or shove her down. Let her know how much she torments my nightmares.
Fighting the urge to chase her, I walked toward my next class and tried to cool my head. Football helped at first, at least it took the edge off for me, but now, having her at LSU forced all those unwanted feelings into overdrive.
My phone vibrated in my jeans. I answered with a sharp, “What?”
“Ouch,” Jordan said. “Are we on our period?”
I sighed, running my palm down my face. “What do you need?”
The sound of keys jiggling and a door slamming sounded from the other end. “I wanted to tell you. I just checked the apartment and it looks like yourlittle friendhas decided to stay for a bit. Her bag is here.”
Unable to stop it, nerves shot down my spine. I wanted her there, but I didn’t. Seeing her living in the backseat of her car couldn’t happen. We’d survive for a while.I think.
“You there?” Jordan asked.
“Yeah, thanks for checking,” I said. “I’m about to head into class. I’ll see you tonight.” I hung up the phone and shoved it back into my pocket.
There was nothing like some English Lit to calm my nerves—or put me to sleep.
***
Jordan met me at the cafeteria. His stupid sloppy grin widened when I slid into the booth opposite of him. “Did you hear about the Fraternity party this Friday?”
I shrugged, tightening the tortilla around my taco before taking a bite. “Yeah, what about it.”
Jordan nodded as if I knew what that meant. “We’re going.”
“Okay.”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “What died in your butthole, dude? You’ve been a real piece of work these last two days.”
I didn’t bother arguing. Being near Josie did that to me.
He glanced across the cafeteria and he laughed. “Speaking of the culprit.”
I glanced up, following his gaze to a corner booth on the opposite side of the room. Josie sat with King and his roommate. I dropped my food, thankful my forearms braced my hands above my plate or I would have slammed them down in irritation.
King sat with her. With Josie Lee.
Jordan’s goofy laugh pissed me off more. “I mean—did he steal your girlfriend, Maverick?”
“Piss off,” I said. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jordan leaned back in his seat, one arm braced against the back of the booth. “Well, tell me,” he said, gesturing with his hand. “You’ve given me nothing to work with. What did this girl do to you, bro?”
Mixed emotions twirled inside of me. I wanted to talk to someone about it, I'd bottled them up inside of me for years, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want the pity, or the look of shock that I knew followed.
I just wanted to be alone.
