I Hate You (Waylon University, #3)

by Ilsa Madden-Mills

I know where my head was when I picked out the figure-hugging dress. I wanted to look hot. I wanted him to see me, take a good, long, second look, and wish he still had me.

Welcome Back, Wildcats! has been printed on a huge white banner and put up on the wall. Jersey chasers on dick patrol linger underneath it, waiting for their idols. My lips tighten.

The old me would have confronted him months ago, would have chased him down and demanded answers. Only… I just…couldn’t. I have my pride, and he has her.

I’m not good enough. Never have been. Just the product of two meth heads from a nowhere place in Mississippi.

We both knew I wasn’t enough to keep your attention.”

I wish we’d never met up last fall. I wish you’d never flirted with me. I wish I’d never fucked you that first time in the library. I hate you—” “Same page. Same fucking page, Charisma.” And then he’s walking away, broad shoulders swaying as he stalks down the aisle, straight to where Dani is—staring at the lipstick counter. All hail the beauty queen. Seriously, she was crowned Miss Waylon her sophomore year.

Ugh. He’s a sparkly, sexy unicorn. And everyone wants to ride him.

I’m not, like, sophisticated.” She does a twirl. “Look at me. I’m in Chucks and leggings.” “To this Mississippi boy, you are totally sophisticated.”

I pick up my pen again and think about us in her bed, the way she felt like home…the way I know I was looking at her, everything there in my eyes. Doesn’t she know…