Fake Tales

Chapter 7- Addicted

Chapter 7- Addicted

Greg's POV

I walked into school with Maddy in the back of my mind, like she had been ever since that night 2 weeks ago. I had been filled with quiet determination ever since then, trying to get her to give in to me again. I spotted her across the corridor, uncharacteristically alone. She was dressed like she usually was, in clothes that were casual and yet so effortlessly sexy that I found it hard to look away. I don't know what was wrong with me, but baggy ripped jeans and a vest top had never looked so good.

I stared at her with unreserved lust, wishing she could have been anyone else's best friend but Mel's. If she had been anyone else, I could have exactly what I wanted. I'd never been so frustrated. I had never taken any notice to her around school until now: she had gone from being not even on the radar to being the only thing on my radar.

She picked up her bag from the floor and I took my chance, coming to a decision. Nothing had changed between us: she was still the same girl and I was still the same guy. Besides this irrational urge to touch her when she was near me.

"Looking good Lin" I teased, enjoying the way her nose wrinkled at me as she scowled. I made to move closer to her and she frowned, freezing a little.

"I've got to go" She stuttered and she darted away from me to her next lesson. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed and saw no-one. I heaved a sigh of relief. This was not the right time to alert Mel about me sleeping with her friend. She was pissed enough at me as it was: I had forgotten to buy her a birthday present. Well, sue me but I forgot. And I did feel bad about it.

I had gone shopping with the full intention of buying her something really good for a present, but the sales assistant had successfully distracted me. She was gorgeous and I'm a guy. It seemed more important at the time than getting Mel a present. However, living with Mel the last couple of weeks had proven that wrong: she'd been on a short fuse ever since. Tutting when I teased her and not laughing as easily when I was around. Mel was not the sort of sister to hold a grudge, but she was coming pretty close with this behaviour.

Even this would not deter me from getting close to Maddy again. These two weeks had been a form of torture. I had woken up last night in a sweat dreaming of that night. I had never had to wait this long for a girl to give in to me before and being with other girls didn't satisfy either: believe me I had tried. I perhaps sound a bit heartless and it was true I did not have a conscience when it came to this sort of thing. This was just who I was: I panicked at any sort of commitment with girls.

Though with Maddy things were different: I felt like I needed her touch to function properly at the moment. It had never happened to me before, and I being the curious soul I am wasn't going to forget about it. I wanted to find out why.

I got home earlier than usual, deciding to be as irritating as possible to Maddy. I wasn't going to let this go and deep down she knew that: she knew me almost as well as Tom did. She just did not want to admit she wanted me too. As if I could forget the way she'd looked at me, how she'd clung to me and kissed me like she could never get enough. Maddy was not one to hold back with her feelings, so her avoiding me like the plague made me hopeful. If she didn't want me, why hadn't she told me to fuck off yet?

"I'm home" I shouted from the front door and I hear their muffled greetings. I smiled and bounded into the lounge. There was a disgruntled look on Maddy's face as I reached the threshold. Her nose was wrinkled adorably as she averted my amused gaze.

"Alright Greg?" Mel asked chirpily, but she was focused on the television. They were watching Mean Girls. Again. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes: how many times did they have to watch the same film?