Never Saw This Coming

Revealing Suspicions.

Maddy

I'm not stupid.

I knew that if I wanted to succeed in having Xander tell me the information I want, I'd have to do more than just ask. He's a man and they're all the same. I might have worn this shirt that shows my boobs a little too much on purpose. I don't know if it'll work, but we'll give it a shot. Also, I can't be a total bitch to him like I usually am.

The more I think about this plan, the worse it gets. I don't think I'll be able to get anything out of the guy. Still, I'm going to attempt to because I'm too suspicious for my own good.

Luckily, Xander's class is in the same hall Peyton has one of her classes which I've walked her to, so I knew exactly where he was. I just wish I would've remembered it was a ten-minute walk across campus because then I would've worn flats and not heels.

I wait for what feels like hours before Xander's class finally ends. I stand right outside waiting until he exits the large doorway. This is weird, I know. Suspicious too, but I sense something is not right and I know Novalee won't tell me, so I'm taking the initiative. I also might be going crazy, but who cares.

Xander exits class, and I go completely unnoticed by him as he talks it up with one of his friends. I groan and follow behind him. I tap on his shoulder with a finger, not wanting to touch him any more than that. He turns around, confusion evident on his face when he sees me. He says bye to his friend and I stand there, waiting for him. He turns back around, "I'm sorry is today Opposite Day?" he asks. I furrow my brows, "What does that even mean?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. The hall grows quiet as everyone has already exited this certain building. "What do you want?" he says dryly. He hasn't glanced at my chest once. Shit. Half of my plan has already started failed. At least I'm being nice, maybe that'll help. "I need the truth. Out of your mouth specifically," I say. The look of confusion still hasn't left his face. Yeah, this is weird. I don't think I've ever talked to him this long without being a bitch to him.

"Are you okay? Like mentally? Wait no," he points a finger at me "you're Maddy's weird, twin sister?" he says. I try my hardest to not roll my eyes. "I haven't even said anything weird," I say as politely as possible. How is that every time I see him, I leave hating him even more? It surprises me every single time too. "Then what the fuck is happening here? What do you want Madison?" he asks.

I adjust my halter top on purpose to hopefully catch his attention. He doesn't even look down once. I almost groan out loud. Fuck this. "I know we don't like each other okay, but I'm about to ask you something and if you don't answer me truthfully, I'm taking your life. I mean it," I point a manicured finger at him. He rolls his eyes. "Okay, what?" he says. I almost want to clear my throat before saying the worst thing that's ever come out of my mouth. The thought in my head even might give me lifelong nightmares.

"Are you fucking Novalee?" I say, closing my lips shut immediately. I feel like throwing up, I'm not even playing. I wasn't even supposed to say that but the words came out of my mouth too quick to stop them. His eyes widen, "What the fuck? Are you serious?" he says. I realize that I can't move. Did saying that really have that much impact on me? Of course, it fucking did. I don't want to imagine any of my friends anywhere near this guy. "Do you like her? Like romantically?" I reword my previous question.

He scoffs, shaking his head. He doesn't look at me anymore, but past me instead. I snap my fingers in his face when he doesn't say anything. "Hello?" He grabs my hand to stop my snapping, but I flinch back quickly. "Don't put your tiny hands in my face," he says. I narrow my eyes at him, "Fucking answer my question then."

He leans down so that his face is only inches away from mine. I move back, obviously not wanting to be so close to him. "No," he says. He stands back up at 6'2. "I don't even know why you would ask me that. Are you on something?" He narrows his eyes at me. "You called her a babe," I cringe at the nickname coming out of my mouth. He chuckles, "It's just a fucking word. I'll call you a babe too if that's what you want. It doesn't mean I'm in love with you, Maddy," He retorts. "Also I said be a babe not you are a babe. Get your story right before you start accusing me of things," he adds.

Okay, I was wrong. I don't even know why I suspected anything. I know Nova well enough to know she would never like Xander like that. Him though? I don't trust him, which is why I had to ask.

"Don't call me that, ever," I tell him. "Can I go now? I don't like being around you too long because my skin starts to itch." He scratches his bare arm. I smack him and he immediately flinches back. "What did I say about touching me?" he says through clenched teeth. He's obviously not mad. "Maybe I wouldn't smack you if you weren't so aggravating," I retort.

He flips me off. "Then don't talk to me. Just like you always say to me." He gives me a fake smile before walking past me and purposely bumping into my shoulder. He leaves the building without even turning back once to look at me. I wait about a minute before walking out myself. God forbid anyone sees me walking out right behind him.

"Maddy!" I turn around, freezing. Please tell me he didn't notice me walking out after Xander. Before I can turn around, Max is standing in front of me. "Hey," I say smoothly. "Hey, what were you doing in the history building?" He looks behind me. I don't want to turn around to see if Xander is still there but I know he is. He's walking off, but still in sight. "Uh, I dropped Peyton off for one of her classes," I lie easily.

I'm a good liar I think. No one's ever caught me after all. "Was that Xander walking out?" he asks. Fucking hell. "Uh, I don't know, was it? I didn't see him, luckily," I say and roll my eyes to sell my lie even more. He chuckles, "I think it was. I'm surprised you didn't see him," he tells me. I scoff, shaking my head. "I don't notice unnoticeable people, so," I shrug. He smiles and then wraps his huge arm around my shoulder.

Max and I have been friends since last year. He knows how mean I can be sometimes and he's grown used to it. I don't have to worry about being someone else around him because he gets me. I'll always stick to saying that he's the most decent football player I've ever met. Sure, he's as much a player as the other ones, but he's respectful and nice. He's kind of like a huge, lovable, idiot. My huge, lovable, idiot.

"I just slept with the girl he slept with yesterday," he says as we start walking. I look up at him, "What? What girl?" I ask him. I know it's Janae from my floor because I ran into Xander yesterday. I wasn't going to ask who it was because I simply do not care enough to hear her name again but now that Max said something about sleeping with her, I have to ask. "Janae Davis," he tells me.  "You slept with her when?" I ask curiously. "Just now, that's where I'm coming from. Literally," he laughs. I slide his arm off from around me. "Ew, Maxwell." I like putting together his first and last name together and calling him that.

Maximoff Wells.

He furrows his eyebrows, "Why'd you do all that?" he asks. I roll my eyes. "You put your arm around me. I don't know where your arm, or hand I should say, has been." I cringe and try not to think about him having sex with someone. He's like my brother, it's weird enough talking about it. "My fingers have been very deep inside a brunette." He winks. I put my finger in my mouth and stick out my tongue, faking a gag. He laughs, "Don't be a prude, Maddy." I roll my eyes. I'm far from a prude.

I haven't had any sex in a while, I'll admit it. I guess I'm just jealous he's having sex and I'm not. I'm extremely picky with who I sleep with and lately, I haven't met anyone who's been it for me. The last guy I fucked was into anal and after that, I've been kind of scared of having sex. I've had it since then obviously, but only once with some guy I decided was good enough to do it with. I think men get really comfortable with you once you've slept together multiple times. Jaylon for example. Never again.

"Yeah, you're right. I need to get a good lay so maybe I should get on Tinder again," I tell him. He shakes his head, "No! The guys you meet on those apps are always weird as fuck." He's right. I don't mind sharing with my friend's stories about my horrible dates. Max is the closest guy friend I have so I ask him for advice sometimes. He gives me insight into men and their stupid brains. "Just go to a frat party and fuck a guy there. There's one tonight," he raises his eyebrows at me. I make a disgusted face. "I will never sleep with a frat bro," I tell him.

No offense to frat dudes, they're just not my type at all. Plus, they're also picky with the girls they sleep with. "I didn't mean a frat guy. Just someone you would find there at the party is what I meant," he explains. I think about it for a bit. Typically I have good luck at parties, but I don't know. "Maybe," I start "what frat house?" I ask. "Alpha," he tells me. I should've figured. Those guys never stop partying.

"I'll think about it," I say with a smile. He holds up his hand for a high five and I give him one. "Operation get Maddy laid," he says. I laugh and shake my head.

"We'll see."