181 Days of Madeline Jesty

Chapter 35: The Mad Witch and the Devil

"Who the fuck are you?" Michael fumed at Mickey. But the moment he turned, he probably noticed that her face was familiar and changed his tone. "Oh, aren't you Maddie's groupmate?"

"Groupmate?" Jane echoed. I didn't notice she was behind Mickey, along with Margaux and two more girls in their clique. Why were they here? Jane was supposed to be in the theater, bragging about the achievements of their club to the freshmen and sophomores to woo them over, while Margaux should be in the Book Club by now.

"Oh, and who's this beautiful young lady?"

Jane raised a brow. "And why are you intruding our school?"

The hell? She didn't even ask why Michael wastrying to strangle me! I looked at Mickey, whose hands were balled into fists, clearly trying to control her temper.

"Intruding?" Michael replied. "I am only here to remind my fiancée to behave in front of me."

"F-fiancée?"

"I am not his fiancée—" I interrupted, but Michael quickly spoke.

"Ah, yes. Do you know her best friend? Steph?" When they nodded, Michael continued, "You see, the Jacobs and Isles families are really close. We want to take it to the next level and strengthen our ties by, well, marrying."

"M-marriage?!" Margaux asked, surprised. "A-at s-seventeen?"

Michael laughed. "Of course not. We'll have to wait until she graduates."

"How many times should she tell you that she won't marry you?" Mickey said, not even minding if Michael had an ongoing conversation with Jane and Margaux. "Can't you see you're disrespecting her?"

But Michael purposefully ignored her and went to Jane instead and kissed her on the back of her palm. "You're more beautiful than my fiancée, and I bet you're more graceful and smarter." And then he whispered something else before adding, "I was just here as my niece's guardian and was rather surprised that she was lying to me about my fiancée's whereabouts. Don't you think it's unfair?"

When Jane smirked, as if her ego had been fed well by Michael's sugary words, I lost the little respect I had for her, if ever I still had any. The scenario was a perfect recreation of a mad witch dealing with the devil himself. At least Margaux's eye twitch comforted me.

"Maddie, will you come here?" Jane requested using a mocking tone. "He's your fiancé. Shouldn't you a little bit more considerate?"

"Who the hell are you to order me around?" I replied, my hand still caressing my neck to ease the pain brought by Michael's choke hold. "And no one's marrying anyone."

Michael crossed his arms. "Are you actually mean to everybody around you?"

"He's Steph's uncle, and he's older than us. You said demeaning things to him, so better apologize."

"Apologize? Are you serious?" I questioned. "I just fought against him for my breath! He assaulted me, Jane! Assaulted! And you tell me I should be the one apologizing?"

"You're in the wrong, Maddie. If you didn't start a fight, we wouldn't be here."

"Oh, and you call yourself the esteemed president of the supreme student government? You're siding with the intruder rather than your fellow student?"

Michael then licked his lower lip, trying to act seductive when, in my eyes, he had turned to be this disgusting sleazebag—a person I would want to cut ties with, all our interactions be erased in my memory. "Don't worry," he said to Jane. "I'll tame her soon."