wrong side of the tracks.

Zacky nodded his head. "I know that," he said. "But you don't deserve that."

Maddison scoffed. "I'm sure a bunch of people would think differently."

Zacky sighed. "You shouldn't care what people think of you," he said. "Relying on what people think will get you nowhere in life. Do things for yourself."

"Everything is about appearance for my parents, " Maddison stated. "Its why daddy only uses his belt on my back."

Zacky bit his lip gently. "Do you want to come inside?" he asked.

Maddison bit down on her lip. "Will Jimmy be upset if I come in?"

"No, I'm sure he's over it already," Zacky said. "Or we could go to my place." He scratched his neck. "Just . . . maybe you shouldn't go home."

Maddison frowned. "Why wouldn't I go home?"

"Your dad," Zacky frowned.

"Daddy means well," Maddison replied. "I promise I'll be fine."

"He means well by beating you?" Zacky asked, shaking his head. "Do you really want to go back home to that?"

Maddison chewed on her bottom lip, unsure if her answer would somehow get her beat again. "If I stay it will only get you in trouble too."

"How would it get me in trouble?" Zacky questioned.

"Daddy has connections," Maddison stated. "And I would never forgive myself if he had you arrested." She gave Zack a peck on the cheek and walked away. If she stayed any longer her parents would suspect something.

Zacky watched her walk away, his brows furrowed. "Okay then," he muttered, walking back inside.

Matt smirked as he looked at Zack. "So does that mean you have dibs on her or can I fuck her?"

Zacky raised an eyebrow. "What the hell?" he mumbled. "You don't call dibs on girls, that's wrong."

"Dibs on a girl means you get a shot to flirt, fuck or do whatever else first before anyone else does," Matt replied.

"I know that," Zacky said. "But she deserves better than that. She should be able to choose who she wants to be with, and it shouldn't be a competition."

"So then you did call dibs on her," Matt chuckled.