"Elisabet, wait!" Maddox called, as I picked up my pace. He caught up to me and grabbed my arm harshly.
"I said wait!" he growled, yanking me back to him.
"No, Maddox. Leave me alone! I knew better than this. I knew better than to get involved with a guy like you!" My anger rose and I jerked away.
"I didn't- I thought you were different, Elisabet." He explained quickly.
"Oh, really?" I rolled my eyes. "You thought I'd be okay with you pretending that the last two months haven't meant something?!" I nearly screamed, slapping his chest with both of my hands, making him stumble.
"I thought that since we hadn't talked about it, that we weren't anything and-"
"No, Maddox! You never talked about it! I constantly tried to explain my feelings to you, with nothing in return from you." I started to feel tears welling up in my eyes.
"Elisabet, please. I'm sorry." Maddox whispered and reached for me, but I stepped back.
"You're just worried about your reputation. I get it. I'm nobody. I'm not good enough to be Maddox Haven's girlfriend, so you wanted to keep me a secret." Tears started slipping from my eyes.
I couldn't keep the tough front up anymore. I was weak. I'd given my heart to Maddox Haven, University of Houston's biggest hottie and star athlete, and now I'm weak.
Maddox just stood there, looking at the ground. Of course, he had nothing to say. Because he knew I was right.
I turned and started to walk back to my dorm building, only wishing I could erase the last two months.
I wish I would have stayed in that night that I let Madyson drag me to that stupid fucking party.
I wish I'd never set foot in Maddox Haven's direction, because now that I have, I let him have too much of me.
And now, I have to break away.
"I know what you're doing," I said, pointing my spoon at him and he cocked a curious eyebrow, "Is that so?"
I nodded as I spooned more pudding into my mouth and straightened my back, "You're trying to intimidate me, make me spill my secrets. I have none so your psychology-ridden methods won't work on me."
"I don't buy it," he grinned mischievously and I shrugged, "There's not a price."
He walked towards me and placed his hands on either side of me on the counter, leaning in so almost our noses were touching. I cleared my throat and shook my head, "Elliott, you have to stop." A smile graced his plump lips as humor danced in his eyes, "And why's that?"
I wriggled out of his stance and hopped off of the counter, eating another spoonful of the delicious goodness, "I want to see where things go with Dean. He's your brother so why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" He asked, knowingly. He asks so many questions.
"That thing you do. That smile. Your touches. The way you look at me, Elliott, please."
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Cameron Moore, a troubled girl from a small town in England, flees her dark past and wounds up living in her sister's house in America to attend university. She turns friends into family, involuntary love interests, and eventually finds herself in a love triangle with two brothers despite telling herself she has no time for romance.
Will she stick to her promises or will she give into her love affairs even after everything that happened to her back in England?
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