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House Maid Lesson 3: Football Game with a Madman

3. Football Game with a Madman

"Oh my god, Lennox!" I shouted, saying his real name for the first time in a shrill tone- yet it somehow rolled off my tongue so easily, that it almost frightened me. Maddox even came to my right side protectively and wound a hand around my bare waist, the boy's toned chest now pressed up against my back. This did not faze me however because I had become familiar with his possessive gestures, though they weren't necessary in the slightest. "What the actual fuck?"

"Why do you think I asked what time your practice ended?" he questioned as if it was quite obvious, which it was, but it caught me off guard. I just never figured that someone so self-centered would want to commit something so generous. Well, generous coming from him. "C'mon, we're going to be late for the game," Blondie chirped towards me, but his eyes were focused on something else. I followed his cold gaze, only to realize that he was having a glaring contest with my dance partner. Sigh. Boys. I will never understand their primitive species.

"Who's he?" Maddox whispered into my ear in one swift movement without breaking eye-contact for a second, making it look as if he had just cracked his neck instead of communicating with me.

"New kid, Lennox Hunter. Or as I like to call him, Blondie." A flash of astonishment shifted through my friend's honey hues at the sound of a nickname for this man he had never met, which forced him to form the grip around me even tighter. Huh? what was his deal now? I gently pried his fingers away from my V-line and scarcely clothed hip before reaching back and undoing the hold on my straightened ebony locks, letting it cascade down to my back casually with a glance between the two teens.

"Well, I'm going to go change..." I hummed awkwardly as I strode over to my iPhone and water bottle, picking them up from their previous spots and making my way towards the door. But before I could even fully walk through the exit, I heard the alluring voice of Blondie bellow behind me.

"Nope. I like you in this, and looks like we're already late, so let's go," he commanded sternly. I spun on my heels to form a rebuttal, but he had already slung an arm around my waist, much like Maddox had done earlier and crashed through the door.

"See you later, Mad Dog. Meet you at seven!" I called back to the still glaring yet gorgeous boy behind me while holding onto the frame of the exit with all my strength before Lennox finally threw me over his shoulder, and I couldn't hold on any longer. Wait. Did I just say gorgeous? Where the fuck did that come from....

"What the hell do you think you're doing, fucking prick?!" I exclaimed right after the door slammed closed, now pounding my balled fists against his back. Though I didn't use my full strength, and I don't know why. That bastard deserved to get a beating for making me leave my friend on such short notice like that. Yet, the blows were more playful than pain-inflicting.

Abruptly, I felt a large hand slap against my bum as the naturally ombre haired male pushed through the doors of the separated boys' and girls' changing rooms. I was too awestruck to even let out anything except for a deep growl of brewing hatred within me, allowing him the opportunity to emit a sultry chuckle in amusement- and that only angered me further. "Taking you to the football game, of course," was all he said in response before charging into the girls' locker room to find the space where I had stored my belongings. Quickly, he scanned around the room to see if any objects just so happened to be peaking out of locker doors and...bingo. There out of locker 283, one of my school bag straps jutted from the metal door, obviously not properly placed to begin with. So without hesitation, Lennox pounded his forearm against the cool, steel surface, enabling the locker door to swing open with a delicate 'creak'. He lifted the bag from the compact storage unit and slung one of the straps over his free shoulder. The clunky object even seemed puny on his broad shoulders.