*A Friends to Enemies to Lovers Romance*
Madalynn Reese never expected to see Liam Tucker again. Not after all of these years, and not after he broke all of their promises. But when she heads off to her dream college and runs into her ex-childhood b...
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The rest of my first week was much better. I wasn't late to any of my classes, and I got to sit in front in most of them like I had preferred.
And the real perk?
I didn't get ink faced.
Aaron had been meeting me for either coffee in the mornings or lunch in the afternoons. But since we had not had the chance for a real hang out, we made plans to go out later that night since it was finally Friday.
I was walking back to my dorm from my Wild Management class with a smoothie in my hand and earphones in my ear, listening to Jimi Hendrix, Foxy Lady. There might have been a sway in my hips and a bob in my head as I jammed out to the guitar playing.
Turning a corner, my smoothie went flying as I ran straight into a solid form whose hands flew out, gripping my arms to keep me from landing on my butt. I looked up to see those intense, golden-emerald orbs boring into my hazel ones. He removed one hand from my arm and yanked my earbuds out, leaving Hendrix blasting in the sudden hot air.
"Are you always planning on ruining my t-shirts?" His voice was tight, matching his expression; he looked as if he had the patience level of a four-year-old, which would have caused me to chuckle if it were any other time.
Instead, I blinked in confusion, still trying to process the way my body reacted to his rough hand on my arm and his proximity yet again. He looked down and my eyes followed; the evidence of my strawberry milkshake covered his gray shirt.
"I'm just wondering, so I can start packing extra in my bag."
Warmth flooded my cheeks as I finally caught up to what was happening in the moment.
"I'm so sorry! I was...a bit distracted. You know, Hendrix and all."
He looked down at my earbuds, and I swear a smirk tugged at his lips. But when he looked back up, it vanished, making me wonder if it had even been there.
"Liam--"
"It's L.J."
"Um, right..." I trailed off, suddenly losing any boldness I had started to conjure up with the purpose to discuss what had happened between us.
"Well, be careful next time. I don't particularly care to walk around wet." He let go of my arm, and I immediately missed the warmth. "You're the woman. That's typically your job."
He moved past me, walking away without another word or glance back. And just like that, that warmth I had felt turned into a rage of fire at his parting words.
What in the actual frick?
I walked into my dorm room still completely at a loss for words at what the hell transpired between Liam and me. I thought back to what Savannah had said about Liam's reputation with women, and gathered it was probably pretty accurate considering the crudeness of what he had said to me.
