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BULLY ROOMATE Maverick
Something is wrong.I felt it in my blood before the hour passed and students began to trickle out of the buildings and into the quad. I stood up from where I sat around the fountain, searching overheads for Josie but she didn’t show.Sweat began to build on my hairline from the Louisiana sun, drenching my t-shirt and hindering my breath. Five minutes passed before I walked toward the writing center to find India sitting at her desk.“Where is Josie?” I asked.She snatched an earbud from her ear. “She left about fifteen minutes ago.”I dug my phone from my pocket and called her. It went straight to voicemail. “She isn’t answering.”India gave me a strange look. “She probably went to the cafeteria or ran into someone—,”“No,” I barked. “She was supposed to meet me at the fountain.”India stood up. “She did say she was meeting you to exchange notes. I’ll try campus security, but it’s only been like twenty minutes and she’s an adult—,”I barreled from the room, knowing India was right. I
BULLY ROOMATE Josie
The dark demeanor that hung over Derek followed him as he walked into the room. A fear I’d never experienced danced along the walls, down my spine and it seemed to consume the other girls. They knew what was coming—I didn’t.It reminded me of the fear Maverick held for him.It cemented me to the floor. I didn’t try to move or jolt as he neared me, and squatted down to get a better look. “You have a little black eye. I’ll get some ice for it. We want you pretty for tomorrow.”My gaze traveled toward the two girls cowering on the other side of the room. They looked feral like Melody who hadn’t said one word since Derek walked inside. I figured I needed to take the hint and not speak, but I couldn’t help it.“Funny seeing you here,” I said. “I guess Maverick was right, you are a piece of shit.”Derek chuckled, reaching out to pinch my cheek tightly between two fingers. “I’ve been looking for someone like you. We’ve had tons of interest in different ethnicities over the last year, and whe
BULLY ROOMATE Josie
Hope slowly disappeared as the minutes turned to hours. Never in a million years did I think I’d be in a situation like this, but who does, really? The girls across from me didn’t, or the other girls he had chained to some dingy basement elsewhere.My wrists began to burn from the cuffs of the chains, and my shoulders cried out in agony from their position. I didn’t feel like someone that needed to complain considering the shape of the girls across from me. So, I kept my mouth shut, and listened for any activity outside of the room.“Do you think he’ll call the police?” Melody asked.Rain pelted against the roof suddenly, causing my nerves to grow, and my heart rate to spike. “I’m not sure,” I said softly. “If he catches wind of the cops he’ll—I don’t know what he’ll do.”Melody sniffled. “Do you love him?”I smiled despite the feeling of dread in my stomach. “Who Maverick?” I asked. “I do.”Melody shifted, the heavy chains rattled when she moved. “I’ve never been in love,” she whispe
BULLY ROOMATE Maverick
The dingy gas station stood attached to an abandoned garage and sat back from the main road meant for truckers at one point in time. After stopping by a drive-thru, India raced down the swirly road out of town toward a forgotten about and hidden garage. I kept my distance so she didn’t get suspicious and parked on the side of the road by the driveway.I only had seconds before she’d be inside, so I hauled ass toward her. A million different scenarios played out in my head, none of them ended well, but I had to try.She heard the crunch of the rocks beneath my shoes, turned and I sideswiped her. I’d never hit a woman in my life, but this cunt needed more than a tackle.“Oh my God!” she squeaked, but stopped when she realized who hit her. Her eyes rounded, and her lips opened in a surprised look.Keeping her beneath me, I entrapped her wrist above her head and noticed her struggle to get a stun gun from her purse scattered beside us. Perfect, now I have some leverage.I snatched it and
BULLY ROOMATE Epilogue - Josie
His fingers slid against the inside of my thigh, beneath my flimsy black thigh-length skirt and up to the lacy panties, I wore just for him. It’d been four years of this and it still felt like the first time he touched me in the hallway of our old apartment.The warmth of his breath tickled my neck but it felt too good to care. Everything about his rough hands and hardened body pressed against my back taunted me. I leaned forward, catching myself against the doorjamb, leaning my neck to the left for better access.Maverick chuckled darkly into my ear, his left hand rested against mine, his wedding ring shining in the lighting of our bathroom. “Someone didn’t get enough last night,” he whispered.I closed my eyes, knowing I’d never get enough of Maverick Booker, not in one year or forever. My body responded so effortlessly to his touch.After years of looking over our shoulders, and graduating, Maverick drafted into the Kansas City Chiefs and we moved to Missouri. It took a lot to agre
BULLY ROOMATE Josie
The fresh smell of baked croissants, and brewed coffee wafted through the Highland Coffee’s shop as I stared down at my lukewarm caramel macchiato. You’d think someone basking in the scent of coffee and the sugary equivalent to crack would be happier.Wishful thinking.Tomorrow started my first day of college at LSU, and I was technically homeless. My roommate I’d scored through a friend of a friend bailed the morning of my arrival. Something about her older boyfriend lost his job and needed a place to crash. Hence my homeliness.With it being too late to snag a dorm room, and me being too prideful to go back home, the only plan I’d conjured up included sleeping in the backseat of my 2000 Honda Civic in Wal-Mart’s parking lot. I could only afford a couple of nights at a cheap fleabag motel, because I hadn't landed an on-campus job yet as I planned.Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned back in the cool metal seat, stretching out my legs while logging into my laptop.I ha
BULLY ROOMATE Maverick
There she stood. All five foot three inches of the girl I remembered from high school. The girl that scared me beyond all the beautiful eighteen-year-olds that fallen into my bed over the last two years.The only difference with Josie Lee was that she wasn’t standardly beautiful, but quirky and shy, which made it hard to hate her. But—oh, did I hate her. And she had no idea why.I watched her small frame walk toward the front door of our apartment and fear laced its fingers around my neck as I grabbed her wrist in my grasp. She swung around to face me, meeting me with a look that I didn’t remember from before. The side of her lip rose, and damn myself to Hell, if it didn’t send heat through my veins.“You don’t want to be my roommate, Lee? You afraid?” I asked, knowing she didn’t. Knowing she hated me, and knowing I wanted her there more than anything else in the world.Her gaze jumped over my shoulder to Jordan, who I assumed was confused with our exchange, and I wouldn’t tell him. I
BULLY ROOMATE Josie
The dreams were all the same. Unburied from one of my four years of Hell, tormenting me even after it ended as I accepted my high school diploma and walked off the Zachary High School’s football field to my folded white chair.As if entering ninth grade hadn’t been scary enough, my torment started that year. Everything changed over the summer, I went from being invisible, to the new guy—Maverick Booker’s—tormented. It’d never made any sense to me, but I’d also never mustered the guts to ask why.I was sure it’d end in a shove into the cool metal of my locker.The buzz in the hallway felt electric as I walked toward my first period class. I picked up bits and pieces of gossip about a new guy and how he made all the other boys in our class look like B list actors.Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t help but want to snag a peek.It didn’t last long.Mr. Matthews taught English, my favorite subject, and I felt thrilled to have read his summer reading list. The buzz of the hallways halted
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