My brain pounded against my skull, dehydration danced along my tongue, begging for water. Coach didn’t need to know I’d drank the night before, so I sucked it up and pushed through the pain.When he called practice, I nearly guzzled the entire gallon of water on the sidelines. Jordan snorted, shoving his shoulder into mine. “Looking thirsty, Booker. What’s wrong?”Jordan laid down on his back, hands behind his neck while stretching. “You looked pretty cozy with Josie last night. Do you break all your girlfriends’ furniture?”I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “She’s not my girlfriend.”Jordan rolled his eyes.“Speaking of girls,” I said, grabbing my bag. “Why was Waverly in our apartment? She’s not worth your time.”Jordan wiggled his brows. “She was a pretty good waste of time last night.”I huffed. “Whatever—,”Jordan sat up on his elbows. “You jealous, Booker? Maybe if you’d treat Josie nicely, she’d give you some—,”“Piss off,” I said. “I can get Josie if I want.” Which wa
I’m awake when my alarm goes off. Everything from the night before swirled in my head like a hurricane. I knew I had a quiz in Chapman’s Algebra class today, and I needed the rest, but my body refused to shut off.Nothing a giant cup of Joe couldn’t conquer.I peeled myself from bed, grabbing my clothes to make it to the bathroom before the boys. Most days they had football practice before class, but with the game only a day away, I figured they had a day to rest.I walked past Maverick’s door, listening to the silence. I couldn’t sleep in silence, I needed a box fan or rain sounds to get through the night. I slipped into the bathroom, stripped and stood in the hot water.Thoughts of the night before floated in and out of my reach. Besides the obvious make-out session that still had my blood pumping wildly, I’d witness Maverick have a mini panic attack.This wasn’t the person I knew in school. He most likely hid it from everyone. Being the King of campus didn’t come to people that had
The heavy click of the clock sent my hair on end. The woman sitting across from me, with large-framed glasses and curly shoulder-length hair, in her early thirties, stared at me with a polite smile that made me cringe.I eyed the white couch in the corner of the room, wondering if I should have sat there.“Would you like to move seats?” Ms. Courtney asked.I tapped my fingers against the arm of my chair and shook my head. “Not really.”“That’s fine,” she said. “So, Maverick, is there a certain reason you’re here today?”Because Josie gave me an ultimatum, and I wanted her to be done with King.Carefully, I sat forward, holding my forehead in my palm. “I—my friend suggested it.”Courtney nodded, slowly, writing something down on her overlarge notepad. I itched to stand up and demand to know what she wrote, but I was sure that wasn’t how it worked.“Why do you think he suggested it?”I sat back, running my palms along the top of my thighs. Could it be any hotter in here? “She witnessed
I left Maverick sleeping when I woke the next morning. After his nightmare I’d been shook, him screaming for help, screaming in a way that made me think he was a child. Not the man sleeping beside me.Frankie looked startled at the sight of him sobbing, which made me think something ran deep for Maverick, something Frankie didn’t even know about.When I tiptoed into the kitchen the next morning, I found Frankie sitting at the dining table with an untouched bowl of cereal in front of him. He looked haunted.“Hey,” I said, starting the coffee.Frankie ran his fingers through his disheveled hair and sat back to look at me through heavy eyes. “What is wrong with Maverick, Josie?” he asked.I shook my head slowly. “I don’t know, Frankie. You’ve never seen him do this before?”“No.”I made my coffee and slid onto the chair opposite from him. Jordan’s snores were the only noise between us. “He agreed to go to counseling, but wouldn’t tell me how it went. You don’t know anything?” I asked.Fr
I hurt her. More so than I ever realized I did. Sure, I’d shoved her into lockers, knocked her books down, but this—this—I didn’t know when I pushed her against the wall that I’d leave a scar.I’m such an idiot. Would it help to know I’d caused her more pain? Probably not, but I needed to know. How would I make it up to her if I didn’t know the extent of it?I curled my fingers around my steering wheel, trying to block out the image of that night. I’d been so mean, so cruel, because seeing her have fun brought me back to it all.“Maverick,” Josie’s soft voice came from beside me. “I know you bullied me, but we both know you didn’t know that nail was there—,”I slammed my fist against the steering wheel. The hot Louisiana air tried hard to suck the breath from my lungs. Even with my air conditioner on full blast, I felt sticky with sweat and regret. “It doesn’t matter, stop making excuses for me. You’re not like her. You’re not like my mom.”Josie frowned and folded her hands on her la
Professor Howard’s class consisted of mostly girls, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know the reason. I felt like an intruder when I sat in the corner of the room and helped him with his handouts. Most of the girls didn’t seem to notice me, but the ones that did, tossed me dirty looks.I could taste their judgmental stares and whispers.I watched him carefully, taking notes, even though it wasn’t my class, and tried my best to keep quiet, but it didn’t last long. “Ms. Lee,” Professor Howard said. “Stand up.”Nervously, I stood, pulling at my cut-offs and tucking my hair. I looked relaxed compared to the majority of the class. They wore cute skirts, low-cut tops or jeans that molded to their curves, not to mention a full face of makeup in the evening. Who has time to go home and reapply makeup before class? Not me. Not that I even bother with it most days. “This is Josie Lee, she is going to intern for me this year.”Someone’s hand shot up in the back. He turned his attention t
I don’t know why I even came. It wasn’t like the counseling from the week before helped. Now I sat in the too silent room, with too bright windows and all white furniture. Courtney cleared her throat after a few minutes.“I’m glad you came back, Maverick. How have you been?”I shrugged. I don’t know why her voice irritated me so much. “I’m okay.”Courtney smiled politely and adjusted her glasses on her nose. “Last time you were here, you had a memory and panicked. Anymore of those?”“No. I had a nightmare the other night.”She shifted her gaze to me. “What about?”“My childhood, one of my mother’s boyfriends beating me.”Courtney put her notepad to the side, and curled her laced fingers around her crossed legs. “Do you often have nightmares about that?”I shifted nervously, looking at the clock, which had hardly moved since I sat down. “Sometimes, yeah.”“Did you ever tell anyone about it?” she asked. “Your mother? The police?”I scoffed, scrubbing my palm down my face. “My mother did
“A virgin?”I pressed my palm against India’s mouth and tossed her a death glare. It was one thing to be a virgin, I wasn’t ashamed, but I didn’t need the world knowing about it.She chuckled, swinging her feet from where she sat on the computer desk beside me. The writing center cleared out for the day, but we still had forty minutes before our shift ended.India smiled while looking at her cuticles. “I mean, it’s not a bad thing, Josie, and to be honest, I’m not shocked. You’re so sweet—,”“Ugh,” I said. “I don’t want to be cute or sweet. I want to be sexy. I want him to really want me.”India lifted a pierced brow. “Josie, he does want you, he’s exclusive with you. I know so many girls that want him, and he is with you. You don’t have to change for him to want you.”I shrugged, playing with a string on the hem of my t-shirt. “I don’t know, India. I just don’t know what to do. All I’ve ever done is kissed, and only him.”“You’ve only kissed Maverick? Whew girl, you’re very inexperie