His Shortcake

Chaoter Eighteen ~Kiss me like you mean it~

~Kiss me like you mean it~

"Pretty please." I beg.

"No." Maddox sighs.

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"My answer isn't going to change Tatum." Oh he used my real name, he was getting annoyed.

"Why?" I whine.

"Because you aren't fully healed and it's dangerous."

"I am to healed." I glare lifting my shirt up to reveal the healed scar. "See." I say.

His eyes flare up a little at the scar. It wasn't necessarily from the Surgrey, there was no other scars or reminders that I nearly died.

"I said no." He says more firmly.

"Then maybe I should just call James to bring me." I knew it'd piss him off and boy did it.

"The fuck you will." He growls.

"Well you won't take me." I say.

"Because it's dangerous."

"You didn't have a problem bringing me before." I glare.

"That's before you got hurt. It was real eye opening."

"I'll stay in the car." I whine.

"Uh no that's the most dangerous place to be." He scoff.

"You're going to have to stop treating me like I'm some fragile little girl." I say.

"I'm not-."

"No it's exactly what you're doing. You act like your scared to touch me, you haven't kissed me like you really mean it since I woke up, all you do is make me go to school then take me home. So feel free to leave." I open my door gesturing him to leave.

"You just don't get it." He sighs, and leaves.

As he passes he presses a gently kiss to my head. I purposely slam the door.

"Ugh." I groan and sit on my bed.

I pull my phone out, texting Maddie.

Tate: Are you free tonight?

Maddie: There is a party happening, why what's up?

Tate: can you pick me up for the party?

Maddie: Maddox is letting you go?

Tate: He can fuck off. I'm tired of him telling me what to do.

Maddie: I'll be there! I'll text when I'm on my way!

I smile to myself, I take a shower. I get dressed in some jeans that hug me, I put on a shirt that had a low v cut.

I curl my hair and by the time I finish I hear the doorbell. "Where are you going?" Reed asks.