Us [18+]

Chapter 11

MADELINE'S POV ⛓️

I avoided Iris like the plague when we got home. Mending us is alot harder than I thought it would be. I didn't even get to settle before her boyfriend was shoved in my face.

I may or may not have let all the pent up frustration loose on the fighters in the drill. Coupled with the fact that Julia was about to be a bitch to Iris, I damn near toppled over.

Kayden has always been against going too far in matches. I love Kayden and I don't want whatever is going on between me and Iris to come between us. So, that's why, when I heard him call my name, I knocked off my gloves, picked up my bag and went home without looking back.

To the people that saw what happened earlier, they might think I'm just too protective of Iris- which I am. To the oblivious ones, it'll seem that the pressure is getting to me. But Iris knows.

She knows that I hate it when Mitchell makes her laugh. He makes everyone laugh but his jokes are mainly intended for Iris. I hate that she's happy with him. I hate that he treats her like the queen she is. If he didn't, it might have been easier to win her back.

I hate that his eyes light up when he looks at her. I hate that he has an open mouth smirk and I hate that it's so attractive. I hate that I'll watch him touch Iris when I should. It makes me want to cry.

Worst part? I don't even know what color his eyes are. I didn't bother to look past his mouth. I'm jealous- beyond words. But I can't do anything about it. I'll just have to wait until she "tells him about us".

I chose a simple dress, let my waist length hair fall and put on lip gloss. I have to look presentable for our guest. I could have decided to say "damn it all" and wear cargo shorts and a tank top. But Mitchell is important to Iris and I have to respect that, no matter how much it irks me.

A knock on the door made me turn. Speak of the fucking devil.

"One second, I'll be right out." I opened the door and was met with Iris's back to me. How lucky that we wore the exact same dress, right? I wanted to reach out and squeeze her perfect ass. But I can't, because Mitchell was on the couch and watching some documentary.

He saw us and stood. His eyes darted from me to Iris multiple times and I knew what he was thinking before he even said it.

"You... You look alike. Way too much." You'd notice our resemblance but it'll seem distinct unless we're wearing the same clothes, like we are now.

Even our faces are similar and the only difference is that I have bangs, longer hair and lighter eyes.

"Good evening, Matthew." I watched as his eye twitched. I used the wrong name on purpose to rile him up and boy, was I enjoying the reaction on his face.

"M- Matthew?" I tilted my head to one side like I didn't understand his confusion.

"What's your name?" His lip drew into a thin line and he looked borderline annoyed. Bullseye.

"It's Mitchell." He said with clenched teeth.

"Okay." I walked to a couch opposite him, but not before tapping Iris's arm. It was an invitation to sit with me and not him. One I wasn't sure she'd honor.

But she did. She came and sat right next to me. Even if she looked worried. I caught her eye and smiled innocently. As if to say "I'm done messing with him."

Letting out a sigh, I turned to face my lady's man. In all my 23 years, I've never felt so many emotions at once.

"Okay, Mitchell, go on with the story of how you met Iris again." He looked between us before settling his gaze on Iris and flashing a smile. Those damn perfect teeth. He finally locked eyes with me and the confidence in those blue eyes did something to me.

Yup. His eyes are blue- like the sky on a dark night. Nothing changed I'm my expression, though. I met his gaze head on, silently urging him to talk.

"Like I said earlier, I was in a terrible mood when I came to that party. I wasn't even going to accept Luca's invitation but who can say no to Luca?"

He was right. But this information is shocking. He's friends with Luca?

"I was smoking to clear my head and the tightening in my chest. I apologize for that, once more. But, I was wandering when I saw Iris in the hall, upstairs. My world lit up as soon as I saw her."

"I had seen her just once at a class that I went to by accident. Seeing her again was the best thing that's happened to me in a long time."

"She seemed just as pleased and we went to her room to..." He paused as a blush crept up his face. "to catch up and talk."

"I'm sure there was a lot of catching up to do." Sarcasm was dripping from my tone. While Iris caught on to it and stiffened beside me, Mitchell didn't. He turned a deeper shade of red, if you can imagine that.

He nodded and I felt sick. "It's been smooth sailing from there. I'm happy to get to know this amazing woman. I hope you'd give me a chance to prove that to you."

Defeat. That's what I feel in this moment. I threw my head back and sighed, again. "Don't mess it up. I don't give second chances."

His eyes lit up before he turned serious again. "I won't. Thank you, Maddie."

"It's Madeline to you." I said that softer than I intended. I hope he doesn't hurt her for two reasons. One, I'd hate that more than anything else. Two, I'd be too salty to comfort her. Some sick part of me will think she deserves it and I don't want to think of the possibility of bringing myself to do that to Iris.

I love her and my final act of loving her is letting her go. I'll tell her that she doesn't need to tell Mitchell about "us" because we don't exist anymore.