Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down." — Oprah Winfrey
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Chapter 48 <—————————————>
Maggie
"Jelly?" I offered to Luke, who shook his head as a response. "You sure? That biscuit is dry as shit."
At his silence, I tossed the packet back into the bag. "Fine. Good luck finding any flavor in there on your own."
With a huff, I leaned back into my seat.
It'd been this way, even after the thrift store yesterday. We still carried on with our dinners, and sleeping together, but other than that, there was still anger. No jokes, or insults, no talking unless asked a question, or anything of that sort.
It was driving me mad.
I wondered if this was how it was for him when I was mad at him. It didn't last this long, but nonetheless, it was still aggravating as shit.
I missed talking to him. I missed really being with him, and having someone to converse with over anything. I'd grown so comfortable, and peaceful in his presence, in him, and now that it wasn't here, I felt like the best part of my days had shifted.
He woke me up early this morning, and asked me to come along with him for breakfast. That got me up, immediately.
We sat in the car and ate in complete silence. I'd been trying to get a laugh, or at least a smile out of him. I didn't know how many more attempts I had left, though.
Finally, my agitation was cut short. "You know that you can't stay mad at me forever, right?"
He threw his wrapper into the bag that we were using as a trash. "Mhm." With his knees, he turned and operated the wheel while reaching for his juice.
"Luke." I threw the rest of my sandwich into the bag. "I said I was sorry."
That apology was for more than one thing now, considering how damaging my actions had been. Since I waited so long, the caller had erased any type of trace to his location or his identity. Luke could have found him if I told him sooner, but now, it was too late.
I didn't know if the sender realized that I'd tell Luke, or if he even knew of Luke at all. Either option was just as terrifying.
I'd apologized a thousand times over for it all. I knew of the consequences, now, but as bad as they were, I couldn't do anything to change the past.
At his cold expression, I rolled my eyes. "You know what? Fine." I turned my gaze to the window, the clatter of frustration running through me. "Enjoy your pity party by your own self."
