Maddy

I lay the wax strip on the back of Cgc's leg, holding in laughter. "Maddy, wait!" he says. He's laying on the floor, flat on his stomach so he has to rotate his body towards me in an uncomfortable position. "I haven't even done anything," I tell him, pressing down the wax paper. Nova records for her vlog, laughing behind the camera. We already did Rhys, who screamed like a little girl. Cgc's shaken up about it because of his friend's reactions. Both Xander and Chris opted out of this part of the trip.

He grabs onto his thigh and presses his teeth together. "Go, go!" he tells me. I grab the piece of paper from the top and he grabs my arm, "Wait!" I roll my eyes and let some of my laugh slip out. "Cgc! It doesn't hurt that much," Nova says. He looks at her. "That much? I'm gonna kill you both," he says. Nova turns the camera to face her, her face on the screen at an unreasonable angle. "If Maddy and I die, you know who did it," she whispers like Cgc can't hear her. She returns the camera to the big football player, who's scared of wax, on the floor.

"Rip it off quick," Cgc's southern accent appears through his speech. I don't give him another chance to stop me and rip off the paper quickly, just like he said. A scream is followed and I finally blow out a laugh. He presses down on his reddened skin while Nova and I laugh. "Who does this willingly?" he winces. I show the wax strip to the camera, Cgc's leg hair is stuck. Nova gags jokingly, Cgc flipping her off. "Let's go again!" I lift my arms in the air, dropping the wax paper. "No!" he quickly says.

"Rhys went three times, C. You need to go at least twice," Nova tells him. He glares at her, not as mean as my glare. He finally removes his hand from the spotless patch on his leg. "Only one more time," he says. I pick up another wooden stick, smearing the wax on his leg before he changes his mind. He flinches, "Ah!" I put the stick on the floor, not asking him what was wrong. The wax is still kind of hot and I know this because Rhys was complaining about it too.

I lay the wax strip above the wax and pat it down. "Get 'em good!" Nova says, zooming in on Cgc's face. He turns only his head to see what I'm doing. "I hate you," he says towards Novalee. I slap his calve a couple of times waiting a couple of more seconds. "You'll feel better when you're hairless mate," Nova says in a rough British accent. He actually laughs, "You're next." He points a finger at her. Right when he's focused on her, I take advantage and pull the paper off. He screams again, way too exaggerated. Nova laughs along with me again. Cgc raises his leg towards himself, pressing down yet again on the hairless spot.

"Maddy, what the hell?" he winces. Boys exaggerate a little too much. Xander and Chris peek their heads into the room, not even trying to hold in their laughter. They just got here and didn't witness the whole thing but laugh at Cgc who's in pain. "You feel better, mate?" Nova says. Cgc sits up, "I hate you," he repeats for the umpteenth time. He looks at Xander and Chris, "You two are next, get in here." He stands up quickly and both guys in the doorway start running in the other direction. Cgc quickly follows after them. After he disappears too, Nova stops recording, messing with something on the camera.

"I can't believe the last vlog got 256k views," I say. I checked the video on her account earlier and that's how many it had. Since Nova's new show 'Life's a mess' starts filming in about two months, people have already released the articles about the new up-and-coming show to Netflix. The cast pictures were released and Nova got some attention from it already. She's been gaining a couple of followers, nothing too crazy since the show still hasn't even started filming.

She looks up at me and smiles. "I know right, I think I reached 75k subscribers last night when I was asleep," she tells me. The last vlog was her most popular video and it showed the first two days of our trip here. It was a good video. She posted it on Monday and it's already Thursday. We didn't think it'd get that many views since most of the videos get about 50k views, 100k the most. "You're about to be more famous than Monet Adams," I joke. She gasps and shakes her head quickly. "I will never be as famous as her," she exclaims.

Monet Adams happens to be famous and attends Oak Hill University just like us. She's famous because her parents are both huge Hollywood actors. She's an Instagram influencer and her following is over 500k. Why she's going to Oak Hill? I have no fucking clue. If I had the amount of money and fame she had, I'd never spend a day in school. I despise her for having money and killer outfits as well. I don't particularly look up to anyone but I would be lying if I say I didn't follow her. Her gram is actually very aesthetically pleasing and well, she has an amazing fashion sense.

I've never actually seen her on campus, but a couple of other people have. She doesn't really talk about school on social media so I have no idea what she's majoring in and whether or not she lives on campus. I doubt she does. "You might be after your show airs," I tell my best friend. Nova shrugs her shoulders. "If the show does well maybe, but still she's more famous than I'll ever be." We've never actually talked about Monet together so I'm surprised she knows who I'm talking about. Then again, if you go to Oak Hill and don't know who she is then you're probably living under a rock.

"Dinners here," Cgc peaks his head in to tell us. Nova sets her camera down on the bed and holds her hands out to me. I'm still on the floor. I grab them and she helps me stand. The smell of Italian, what we decided on for dinner, fills my nostrils as we walk downstairs. We went out to eat last night so we decided to eat here tonight. We still ordered out though since none of us are any good at cooking. I steal a seat in between Cgc and Rhys.

After that stupid comment Xander had made on the first night we got here, we haven't talked. He's tried to talk to me once since then, but I ignored him. That was the day after and he's been quiet since then. Not in general, but quiet towards me. I don't really care since that's what I obviously want. I can't believe he really thinks I'm that horrible, thinking I'd make fun of him through the death of his father. I admitted to him that night that I know I'm a bad person but even that is too far for me.

He said something along the lines of he wouldn't be surprised if I did. Obviously, that didn't sit right with me at all. I tried to comfort him about the situation and he simply pushed it away. I didn't know Xander lost his dad until that night out with him and Max. It was the only thing I knew about him at the time and I actually felt remorse towards him. Then we started or little hookup and I just had to ask about it.

Losing a father, a parent in general, this early is something that's not ordinary. It happens, but it's most likely to happen until later on in a kid's life. Not when we're young. Xander never told me exactly how old he was but he's just 20 now and he said a couple of years ago. He was a teenager when it happened and that's not normal. I'm sure he has a good relationship with his parents, unlike me, so this must have been terrible for him.

I don't know how I'd react if I lost either of my parents. Even if we're not close, I try not to think about it. Not when I'm only 20 years old.

I never feel such emotions like hurt anymore but him thinking of me that way kind of made me feel something similar to hurt. Have I really depicted myself that terribly to him? I know the answer to that: Yes. I've been horrible I'll admit it but I don't think I've been that horrible. I don't want an apology from him though, so I just think Xander and I's rendezvous were short-lived.

I've been trying not to think about it much since I've needed a week off from real life and this is how I'm getting it. Tomorrow's our last day here and I want it to be good. Before I have to get back to reality on Monday at least.

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We all sat around in the living room after dinner and had a couple of drinks, nothing too crazy. I had only a glass of wine that will hopefully help me sleep now. I've been getting shitty sleep the whole time we've been here and I don't like it. I wipe my mouth, after brushing my teeth, with a towel. I pick up my comb and start brushing my wet, tangled hair. I brush it roughly, not caring if I pull on my scalp too hard.

It's almost one in the morning already but my night routine lasts a good hour. Everyone's probably already asleep, getting in some sleep before tomorrow. We're waking up early again and going out for breakfast since it's our last day. My eyes are already heavy luckily so I won't have to worry about having a tough time sleeping. These under-eye bags are not as pretty as my real materialistic ones.

I set the brush down after I'm done brushing my hair and turn the light off from the bathroom. As soon as I step out, I see Xander staring right at me, sitting on the edge of my bed. I flinch back a bit since I didn't expect to see him there. I didn't even hear him come into my room. I could've been naked! Oh, wait.

"What are you doing in my room?" I cross my arms over my chest, pulling my shoulders back and holding my chin up. A confident stance makes for a confident person. "Can we finally talk?" he says, lowly. I look to the door and see it's locked. I look back at him when I see that it is. "What about?" I walk over to the bed since I'm cold, wearing shorts and a crop top for pajamas. I get under the covers which I struggle to pull since his heavy ass is on it. He stands up so I can pull the sheets up to cover me. When I do, he stays at the edge of the queen-sized bed.

"You know what about," he says. I don't lay down, instead rest my back and head against the wooden headboard. "What about it?" I say nonchalantly. I meant it when I said that I didn't want an apology from him. He'll only apologize because he knows that the way he thinks about me, offended me. He thinks about me a certain way and he should never apologize for that. He feels what he feels and even though it's not what I like, it's okay.

I've accepted a long time ago that not everyone's going to think of me in a good way and that's okay. His opinion of me, just like always, doesn't really matter to me.

"I didn't mean what I said that night, alright? Do you think I woulda ever told you if I thought you'd use it against me?" He lays back and props himself up on his elbow. "It's not like I didn't know already. I just didn't know how it happened," I say. "It's obvious you meant it, you never took it back even after I asked if you thought I could ever use something like that against you," I add. He sighs deeply, looking down at his hands instead of me now. He knows I'm right. Admit it, Xander.

"I know you won't use it against me just like I won't use what you told me against you," he says. I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head. "It's not the same thing. You could use mine against me for all I care," I push my wet hair, behind my shoulders. He finally gets up and I follow his every move. He sits down in the bed next to me, wearing only drawstring pants. "You do care," he speaks lowly. I do not. "No, I don't, so go ahead. Use it against me, I don't care." I look away from him but shoot my gaze back at him when I hear a chuckle escape his lips.

"What?" I quickly ask. "If it was up to me, we wouldn't even argue anymore," he says. I look at him like he's stupid. It's what we've always done, argue. "If we don't, they'll suspect something is up and we can't have that," I tell him. I don't enjoy arguing with him like I used to especially since we haven't done it in a while but I still like teasing him, even when it's just the two of us. He nods once. "Right," he says "Cause they'll instantly think we're dating since we don't argue anymore." He's being sarcastic. I clench my jaw slightly and glare at him.

"They might," I say.

"They won't."

"They might."

"They won't."

I roll my eyes. When was doing stuff with this guy ever a good decision for me? I think the lust part is over. Me wanting to kill him? That part is here. That's after lust right? "Well, I don't care. Put your game face on when we're in front of our friends. If not, then this is over," I say easily. I don't mind ending things if he can't abide by the one rule that I'm setting in stone. He's in the same position as me, back against the headboard, sitting up. He laughs, tilting his head backwards as much as he can. "I'm serious so I don't know why you're laughing," I retort. He drops his hand on my lap and I look over at him, he's quiet now, staring at me. "May I help you?"

"Come here," he says. I narrow my eyes, "I am here." He rolls his eyes, moving his hand off me. He pats his lap, "I mean, here." I look at him for a couple of seconds. "I'm going because I want to and not because you told me," I say, uncovering myself with the blanket. He laughs — only a huff— and nods. "Right," he says. I crawl the short distance to where he sits and straddle him. He places his hands on my thin thighs. I move them. "I'm here, what did you want?" I question.

He smiles and then says, "You were right." I try to contain a victorious grin. I was right. "About what?" I say, my lips twitching only once. "I did think you'd use it against me but only because I think you still secretly hate me. I've had a couple of days to think about it and even though I still do think you secretly hate me," he pauses as I glare at him "I don't think you'd use it against me. You're not that terrible," he finishes. Gold star for you, Xander. No, gold star for me since I won.

"Damn right, I'm not. And if you ever question it again, I'll rip out your damn esophagus and step on it," I say. He laughs and shakes his head. He holds his hands in defense, "I believe you. And I won't." Good. "Okay, cool. Now leave, I want to sleep." I lift one leg up to get off of him, but he pulls me back down by my waist. "I'm not going anywhere," he says. I narrow my eyes at him, "Why?" I say, firmly. He slides his hands down my thighs and spreads them slightly. I look down at his hands and then back up at him. "They'll hear us," I whisper.

He shakes his head. "Not if you're quiet," he says. The whole house is already quiet as hell with everyone asleep and Cgc sleeps in the room next to Xander. He's a light sleeper. "Cgc wakes up to the tiniest fucking noise, you know this," I tell him. I can't know his roommate and friend better than him already. He doesn't say anything, looking at me for a couple of seconds. "What you wanna invite him to join us?" he says. I make a disgusted face and slap his bicep, lightly. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I whisper shout.

"Well?" he shrugs. I look at him like he's stupid. He is stupid. "No, I don't want to invite Cgc, weirdo. I'm not into orgy's like you guys," I scoff. He smiles and tilts his head. "Then you have to be quiet so he won't hear us," he tells me. I hesitate, not wanting to get caught. I didn't think we'd be able to have sex on this trip, but I brought some condoms. Just in case, of course. I stand up quickly, not giving him a chance to stop me. I walk over to my suitcase and pull out two. He furrows his brows, "So you planned this?" I flip him off and walk back over, straddling him again.

His chest rises and falls heavily already. I grab his hands and put them on my ass before leaning in to kiss him. He sighs deeply, pulling me closer to him. I can already feel him hard beneath me which makes me impatient. It's been about a week since the last time we did something and I can't lie and say I haven't missed this. The only thing separating us is our thin layers of clothes. His hand disappears into my damp hair and his other one cups my sex. I gasp into the kiss from the unexpected touch. I don't know if he can already feel how wet I am under there.

He pulls away from the kiss and takes off my crop top that I wear no bra under. He pulls me back closer to him but takes one of my nipples into his warm mouth. I throw my head back a little, biting down on my lip to suppress any noise that tries to escape. You can't be loud, Maddy. I hold onto the back of his neck as he keeps his mouth on my right breast but slides his hand down my shorts. I flinch at the touch of his warm hand over my panties.

He pulls away from my nipple, groaning softly when he finally feels how wet I am. "You're fucking insane," he whispers. I feign confusion and he notices. "You just make it hard for me to not want you," he adds. His hand cups my sweet spot, not at all moving. "You don't want to want me?" I ask, curiously. I don't want to want him, but I do. He shakes his head, "No." He doesn't let me respond, smashing our mouths together again. I melt into him, reciprocating the same amount of want and need into the kiss.

His thumb grazes over my thin panties, finding my clit. I breathe heavily at the touch. He sucks on my bottom lip and pulls his head back, our foreheads touching. "Take them off," he says. I stand up off the bed and slide down both my shorts and panties. He pulls down his drawstring pants and briefs as well. He holds his hand out for me and I grab it, getting back on top of him. I sit more on his thighs and not directly on his length. Precum can still get you pregnant and that's a risk that I will not take even if I am on birth control.

I pull the blanket up to cover our bodies since it's freezing before kissing him again. I keep one hand on his chest and wrap the other one around his shaft, pumping him slowly. He moans into my mouth, keeping it down like we said we would. He pushes my legs open with one of his hands and starts rubbing my clit slowly. I pull away from the kiss, needing to catch my breath. I don't stop my movements on his dick and we both moan and pant as we touch each other. "I want you in my mouth," I whisper against his lips. "You don't have to"

"I want to," I cut him off, breathlessly. He ponders the idea for a bit and then nods, kissing me again once more. I get off of him and fix my body at a comfortable angle. I lean over and fit him into my mouth. He wraps my hair into his fist so it won't bother me. I haven't done this in a while and certainly not with someone this big. I use one hand to pump him into my mouth after licking his shaft from the bottom to the top. He bites down on his bottom lip, looking directly at me. I rather hear him moan than hold it back since it encourages me but I know he can't.

I wet his dick with as much saliva as I can, letting it fall down his length. I take him into my mouth inch by inch until he finally hits the back of my throat. My eyes water begin to water, but I keep on sucking and pumping. He moans softly, sending shivers down my spine. I'm way too turned on right now. I suck off the liquid that spills from his tip and he shivers at the sensation. I rather have him come while fucking me, so I hope he doesn't do it now. He bucks his hips up into my mouth, fucking my mouth. I let him, but meet him with my throat. He moans loudly, "Ah, fuck."

I pull him out of my mouth and look up at him. That was loud as fuck. He looks at me, eyes widened like saying shit. I tuck my lips into my mouth, trying to hold in a laugh. At least the door is locked. "Okay, yeah, let me just fuck you," he says. I snort a little and he glares at me. Oops. I lay on my back and he grabs one of the condoms from the side table. He takes it out as he hovers above my body. He slides it on himself, he's still very hard. I crave the fullness between my legs.

He grabs my legs and puts them on either side of him. He comes down and kisses my lips lightly. "Be quiet," he whispers. I smirk, "You be quiet." He already slipped up once. His fingers graze my opening for two seconds before he fills me with his shaft. My mouth gapes, but I choke back any sound that wants to escape. He stays fully inside of me for a couple of seconds before starting to pump inside of me excruciatingly slow. "Faster," I say. He winks at me and I roll my eyes. He grabs one of my legs and pulls it over his shoulder. He's lucky I'm somewhat flexible. He holds onto my leg and starts pumping into me faster.

The leg on the shoulder helps him hit my clit with each thrust which feels so fucking amazing. I grip onto the sheets under me and moan so lowly that only he can hear me. I'm trying my best not to be any louder than I am. "Just like that?" he asks. I nod, "Yeah." His fullness fills me completely and I can't even try and hold on much longer, an orgasm milking out of me. I gasp quietly, releasing it all over him. He keeps his same pace, trying to reach his peak. He does, a couple of seconds later, pumping slowly into me as he comes down from a high.

"Hell," I breathe out. My chest falls heavily as I try and catch my breath. He sets my leg back on the mattress and laughs quietly, getting up to get rid of the condom. After cleaning ourselves off, he comes back to join me in bed. The clock on the wall reads that it's two-thirty in the morning. I am going to have a hard time waking up tomorrow. "You should go back to your room," I say. He lays next to me in my bed, my arm draped over his abdomen. I feel him looking at me, so I look up at him, my head on his chest. "You want me to?" he asks.

"Well, it's not like you can stay here," I tell him. He looks at me like he's thinking about. "Go to sleep and I'll go once your asleep." I narrow my eyes at him, "You won't fall asleep with me, will you?" He laughs, shaking his head. "No, I'll be gone when you wake up," he breathes out. I nod, trusting him. "Okay," I huff. I stay put, laying on him as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.