Maddy

The fifteen-pound weights on the bench stare at me as I take another unnecessarily long break. I almost cuss them out until I remember they are inanimate objects. I take a deep breath and set my phone down on the bench. I pick both weights up and start doing bicep curls again. I'm starting to regret adding 'go to the gym!' to my vision board this year. After promising myself I would these past couple of years, I'd say I'm quite proud of myself right now. I've been coming to the gym for 21 days straight now.

After doing 4 sets of 15 bicep curls, I set the weights back on the bench and take a seat right next to them. My bony arms weren't made for lifting weights. I uncap my water and take a long swig, a drop falling down my chest. I'd flinch at the cold liquid on my warm skin, but the sensation feels amazing right now. I've never sweated this much in my whole life.

"I didn't know you were a gym rat, Madison."

Can the roof fall through this whole building right now, please? I'd rather much die than have to talk to this person right now. I shift my ass on the bench so that I'm facing him. He's standing over me with a stupid grin on his face. I stand up, not wanting to feel below him. He's taller than my 5'7 self but I rather not feel like a complete minion. He follows my every move, looking me up and down once I'm standing.

"Don't look at me," I say. His eyes shift back to my face at this. "I've never seen you here before." He crosses his muscly arms over his chest. "Good. Why would I want to see you when I'm trying to enjoy my workout?" I furrow my brows. He chuckles at this. I've known Xander for a good amount of time to know that he isn't fazed by me and my attitude. It pisses me off and so does he.

"I'm sure this was one of your little 'New Years resolutions' right?" He uses air quotes and I almost want to smack his fingers away. He looks me up and down again. "Don't even bother, Maddy. Your bony ass isn't making any progress," he adds. I clench my jaw. I have to stay unfazed. I don't want him thinking he can get to me even if he already knows that he can. "See I knew you were a piece of shit, but body shaming me? You've reached a new low, Xander," I retort, flipping him off.

He rolls his eyes quickly. "I'm not body shaming you. You're bony," he reaches over trying to grab my arm to show me, but I flinch back "it's a fact, not body shaming," he finishes. How does this man even have any friends? I genuinely ask myself this question every time we have an interaction. "And you're a waste of space. Don't ever come over and talk to me again. Clearly, you're not wanted here," I say, picking up my phone from the bench and walking to the other side of the gym. I don't look back, but I know he's looking at me.

When it comes to Xander Williamson, I don't care how mean I am. He's one of the worst people I've ever met. I'll stand by that until the end of time.

I've been at the gym for a little over an hour but I feel like I've gotten nothing done, so I step onto a treadmill. Maybe walking will get rid of some of the irritation that's taken over my body. I press on speed 4 and the treadmill starts. I put my AirPods back on and blast some music.

+

"Where even are you?" I ask Novalee over the phone. I get into my car and turn on the air. The January air is cold, but I'm sweating like crazy. "At Chris'," She says. I roll my eyes as my Bluetooth connects to the car. "You?" she asks me. "I'm leaving the gym. Tell me why I unluckily go to the same gym as the devil incarnate," I tell her as I pull out of the parking lot. A small chuckle comes from her end. She doesn't need to ask who I'm talking about. "Really? Did you see him there or what?" she asks.

"Am I on speaker?" I don't really care if Christian hears me talk bad about his best friend, but I ask anyway. "No," she says. "Yes, I saw him there. Dude had the audacity to come up to me and try starting a conversation," I scoff. I turn right as I make my way back to campus. "He's trying to be nice, Maddy, see! You guys could be friends." I immediately let out a forced laugh at my best friend's delusion. I will never be friends with that guy.

"He was far from nice, trust me. It's like he lives to annoy me. Ugh, I'm never going to the gym around this time again." I check the clock which reads 4:39 p.m. "Well, both of your best friends are dating each other so you two have to figure it out eventually." I roll my eyes. I'm happy that Novalee and Christian are together. I'm not into all that romantic stuff, but they're the exception. I think they fit well together and she's happy, so it's a win-win.

Even at that, I can't be friends with someone who's a complete jackass. "Ignoring him is easy. Him ignoring me is obviously not," I retort. "He's secretly in love with you," she giggles. I wish there was an option where you could smack someone through the phone because that's what I would do right now if I could. Lightly, of course. "Novalee, if you ever say that again, I swear." I don't like threatening her, so I don't. "Who?" I hear Christian say.

"No one," Nova and I say in unison. I know he can't hear me so I don't know why I said it too. I'm mad those words even left Nova's mouth so I rather she didn't repeat them again. "Can we have a girl's night sometime soon or something? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," I tell her. I've seen her recently but she's been spending a lot of her free time with Valdez.

I don't blame her because he only has some time off before the football team starts practicing again. He decided to skip the NFL this year and play his final year with Oak Hill next year. It was the best decision for him and I'm happy he chose to stay. He's the team's captain after all and well, he makes the team better in more ways than one.

"Yess, whenever you want, Maddy baby," she teases. I cringe at the nickname. It brings back terrible memories of the times I hooked up with Cgc Scott, one of Christian's other roommates. He doesn't call me that anymore, but he did when we were hooking up. Nova knows I hate it so she teases me with it. It's even worse than my full name, Madison. Only one person calls me that because he knows I absolutely despise it.

I hear a laugh from Christian. "I hate you," I say. She makes a kiss noise, "I love you, too." I roll my eyes as I pull into the school's parking lot. "Okay, I just got home. I'll see you later, text me," I say. "Kay, I will. Bye!" I hang up as I park my black car close to my dorm building. Once I get off, I notice Cgc coming out of my building. The whole building is a girls one. Not surprised at all. "Hey," I say. The quarterback looks up from his phone at me. "What's going on?" he says.

He walks closer and tries to hug me but I flinch back. He furrows his dark brows. "I just came from the gym," I tell him. He gives me a once-over as his friend did earlier. My cheeks flush slightly. I'm definitely not into him anymore, but he's still very attractive. I'm not used to being just friends with an attractive guy. "I guess the workout you just had was good enough to not have to go to the gym," I smirk. He rubs his lips and chuckles.

"You caught me." He shrugs. It's not like I didn't see him come out from that building. "Where you headed to?" I ask. "Home. Before I went there," he points back at my building "I had class, so I'm on my way back home now," he says. His eyes are focused in on my chest. For being as skinny as I am, my boobs are a pretty decent size. I snap a finger in his face, "Okay, C, enough of that." He looks back up at me quickly.

He doesn't even try to hide it. He's so...ugh, I don't know. "My bad, my bad," he chuckles "I'll catch you later, yeah? Let me know if you ever wanna hang." He winks and then passes right by me to find his ride. I stand there in a bit of shock. Did he mean what I think he meant? I hope not. No matter how attractive he is, I will not have a repeat of those nights. Even though they were good. Great actually. Amazing even.

Okay, Maddy slow down.

I manage to lift my feet off the ground and rush upstairs to my dorm. I cannot believe I'm thinking of Cgc right now. I throw my phone onto my bed and grab my bag that holds all my stuff to shower. Luckily, there's no one in here. I step into a shower and turn on the cold water. I get goosebumps across my skin at the water sliding down my body. "Shit," I whisper under my breath. I look up like I'm praying to some kind of higher power to stop myself from thinking.

Fuck it.

I lower my hand to the spot between my thighs and touch myself. A small gasp escapes my lips at my own touch. I throw my head back a bit, lifting my foot onto the shaving nook on the wall. I rub my clit in circular motions as my mind reverts back to those nights, all those months ago with Cgc. I've had good sex plenty of times, but I mean it when I say those nights were the most unforgettable, mind-blowing ones I've ever experienced. It doesn't help that I'm thinking about his long, har-

Someone walks in.

I put my foot down quickly and move my hand over to my side. "Who's there?" I say. I share the floor with about twelve other girls. Most of us have been living here on the same floor since freshman year, so I know them all. "It's Nat, Mads." Okay, good. Better my roommate and actual friend than another one of the girls. "Oh, cool. Hey," I say. "I'm just gonna use the bathroom quick. I'll let you enjoy your shower," she says. I guess she just got home like me.

My cheeks flush from embarrassment. There's a curtain covering my body so there's no way she could've seen what I was doing. I wasn't making any noise either. "O-okay," I stutter. I close my eyes shut, cringing at my response. About a minute later, I hear the door shut. I peek my head out to see if she did leave. The bathroom is empty. I breathe out slowly and close the curtain back up again.

I place my foot on the shaving nook again, my fingers finding my clit again. I've truly never imagined a man could be that good at sex but Cgc Scott, holy hell. I get why every single girl at this school is obsessed with the guy. The memory playing in my head right now is the second time we hooked up. Natasha was in class and he had just gotten out of his lecture when she went in so I invited him over.

I like to take control in bed a lot so I had to beg him to let me ride him. Let's get one thing straight, he was the one begging me all the times after to ride him. I guess I've done the position a good amount of times in my life to do it amazingly. I rub faster, imagining him going down on me right after. I imagine his fingers and tongue inside of me instead of my fingers right now. The images all catch up to me quickly and my orgasm comes fast.

Even if no one's here, I still keep my gasps and voice low. I can't have anyone catching me in my most vulnerable moment. I place my foot back onto the floor and lean up against the tiled shower. I catch my breath.

I can't believe Cgc (or the thought of) just made me come.
I never thought I'd say that again.